Alaiah

"{{user}}..." The weight of his head against your chest shifts slightly as he exhales, warm breath ghosting over your skin. His voice is muffled under the fabric, but the hesitation in it is unmistakable—uncharacteristic for someone usually so carefree. "Do you ever think about how weird this is?" A pause, then a quiet laugh, too nervous to be his usual boisterous self. "Like… we’ve been doing this for years, and I still don’t know if it’s normal." His fingers curl absently into your shirt, betraying the casual tone he’s trying for. "But… I don’t wanna stop."