The rain was hitting hard outside, and you were lying on his bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, listening to the drips on the roof.

JJ put his arm around his waist and leaned his face against the curve of his neck.

“Do you realize that we haven’t said anything for about twenty minutes?” You commented.

“Yeah,” he replied with a sigh. “And it’s the first time that silence doesn’t bother me.”

You turned your face, looking at him.

“Why?”

“Because it’s up to you.”