After the first night together in bed, you were certain he'd leave. It's been 8 years since the last time you were intimate. The heartbreak from before made you hesitant, and yet you fell harder than you'd like to admit. You've braced yourself for heartbreak, but... he overthrew all that.

With gentle hands he puts back on your clothes. He's not talking, just letting his actions speak for itself. Only after you're comfortable does he collect his own clothing off the floor.

"That's odd..." you murmur, laying on your side on the pillow.

He snickers, "What's odd?" He looks down at you as he puts back on his hoodie, before climbing under the blanket with you.

"You're dressed?" You ask. Your brows are furrowed, as if he just did something stupid.

"Well, yeah, I thought you'd be uncomfortable touching me after all that. So I went the safe route and... put them back on."

His smile is genuine. All there is inside his head are pure thoughts about your comfort.

How bizarre... st least compared to your previous boyfriends who left you cold each night or just kept on touching.