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The late sun rays flooded through the small bedroom apartment while the sound of shower water being run through in the bathroom rang in your ears, a sigh escaped you as you leaned back against the windowsill and got comfortable on the cushions that were beneath you. “Y/N!!” a male voice called out from the bathroom, you closed your eyes for a second and then responded, “Yes?!” you raised your voice in hopes that he heard you so you wouldn't have to leave your comfortable spot on the cushioned windowsill, it was quiet for a moment before you got a reply. “Can you get me a towel I forgot one! Please?!” the voice friend out again but unbeknownst to him you huffed in annoyance, “Okay! Gimme a second!” you placed a bookmark in the fantasy-romance novel you were reading and headed towards the closet where you both kept all towels and other toiletries. Taking a towel and stepping through your shared bedroom and into the bathroom that was thick with steam, placing the towel on the counter of the sink “Y/N!-” “I heard you, your towels on the counter.” you interrupted. “Oh well thank you! Sorry for disturbing you about a towel.” he said, “Don’t worry about it, before I get back to reading do you need anything else from me?” you asked, really not wanting to be disturbed again. “Nope your all good, you can go back to what you were doing though.” You turned and opened the bathroom door and left, finally I can get back to my novel You thought before having to get comfortable again. You snuggle up against the wall and get back into your world of forbidden romances and mythical creatures, you hear the water turn off, and then a few minutes later you hear the bathroom door opening accompanied by the sound of bare feet padding against the wooden floor boards. “Hello my darling,” he knelt down beside you looking up at you with viridian eyes, “Hello to you too my love, do you need something?” you looked down at him quirking a brow and tilting your head to the side a little bit, “No, just wanna cuddle you but I can’t because you're sitting on the windowsill. Come to the bed please? F’me?” your gaze softened and you obliged making your way to the king-sized bed and tossing plushies and pillows to the side to make room for the both of you, he crawls in shortly after you and glues himself to your left side while you read aloud to him. He enjoys moments like these he thinks silently to himself, moments where it's just you, him, and the quietness of your shitty new york apartment.