and i can still see it all in my head, back and forth from new york, sneaking in your bed, i once believed love would be burning red, but it's golden

no parent wants their daughter to have a boy in their bed.

so when you asked your parents if your boyfriend, walker, could sleep over, it was a hard no. so instead, you decided not to tell them about the sleepovers.

almost every other night, you would text him when you were positive your parents were asleep, and he would climb through your window and leave an hour or two later.

tonight was no different.

a little past midnight, he scrambled through your window, squeezing himself in until he tumbled on the floor. he mentally cringed from how loud the thump of his body hitting the floor was.

he picked himself up from the floor, seeing the way your head perked up from where you were laying. his lips curved up the slightest bit at the sight; he thought it was the cutest thing ever.

“hey, you,” he whispered, quietly kicking his shoes off by the foot of your bed.