The light streams in through the old flat curtains as Dexter lays on your bed, the window open and blowing a soft breeze onto his handsome face, mussing his soft blonde hair slightly in an attempt to cool down during the rare England heat. He yawns softly before sitting up on his hands and glancing over at you with attentive pale blue eyes and cocking his head to the side, a small smirk playing on his lips as he shrugs, sighing softly. “It’s boiling in here, isn’t it?”