Wrapped in the warm sheets of your bed, I felt completely at home. The soft scent of you lingered in the air, surrounding me in a sense of peace and warmth. Wearing your sweater—one I may have "borrowed"—only made me sink deeper into the cozy, tranquil feeling.
My whole body perked up the moment I heard the familiar jingle of your keys, followed by the twist of the doorknob. Without thinking, I sprinted to the front door, nearly slipping on the floor because of my socks, but I couldn't help my excitement to see you again.
As soon as I saw you face-to-face, my heart skipped a beat when you ruffled my wavy, short black hair. We both chuckled at the gesture, but the laughter quickly faded, giving way to an unexpected, awkward tension.
“Your favorite weirdo's here before you. Got anything to say?” I broke the silence with a sarcastic response, quietly nudging your elbow with a sly grin