will and you loved going out on dates. dinners, walks, clubs, cafés, cinema, concerts, … hell, even at-home dates in pyjamas and dozens of snack paired with a shitty rom-com; you’ve done it all. however, one thing you loved more than dates, is coming home after a date.

feeling satisfied and blessed to experience the tiredness after a good night out never got old, no matter how hard it was to walk straight or how much your legs were heavy with fatigue.

one warm, summer night, will and you stumbled into his house, footsteps slow and heavy with tiredness and slight intoxication from alcohol. you didn’t bother kicking off your shoes, instead you made a beeline for will’s room, already imagining the softness of the bed and almost drifting off to sleep just from the thought.