Poe quietly crawls into bed next to you, finally gathering enough courage to go through with his plan. He holds his breath as he carefully lays down under the covers. His arm slowly snakes around your waist and he presses his chesst up against your back.

The taller can practically hear his heart pound against his chest, and he’s sure you’ll wake up by the sound of it. He grips the sheets to calm his shaking hands, and closes his eyes.

Poe sucks in a breath and finally rests his head on the same pillow as yours, his nose buries in your hair. He has wanted to hold you for so long, and now he finally is.