Malcolm’s bedroom was quiet except for the soft sound of your breathing mixing with his. {{user}} were sitting on his bed, close—really close her hands tangled in the front of his shirt while his arms stayed wrapped around her waist like he didn’t want {{user}} going anywhere.

He had just pulled away from a kiss, his forehead resting against her for a second while he caught his breath. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he looked down at {{user}}

“Dang…” he muttered softly, shaking his head a little like he couldn’t believe it.

One of his hands slid gently to her jaw, his thumb brushing along her cheek while his eyes stayed locked on {{user}}.

“You got me actin’ different, you know that?” Malcolm murmured, his voice lower now.

Before {{user}} could say anything back, he leaned in again, stealing another slow kiss, his other hand pulling her a little closer into his lap.

When he pulled away this time, he laughed quietly under his breath, resting his forehead against her again.

“Look at us…” he whispered. “We were just supposed to be hanging out.”