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The aroma of freshly made coffee lingered in the air of your new apartment as you laid on the couch, visibly tired from the day.
Your arm hung over the edge of the couch, faintly touching the warm mug that stood on the floor. Your eyes were closed as you let yourself slowly sink into the comfort of your home... home.
Could you really call it home?
"I'm home," you whispered, trying to taste the effect of those words, but something felt off. Something was missing to call it home. Scrunching your nose, you let your brain rattling.
What was missing?
Cracking an eye open, you stared at your small living room. You had every piece of furniture needed. You had yourself scattered everywhere in the form of books, pictures, CD's, plants. What else would be needed?
Sighing annoyed by yourself, you closed your eye again, feeling faintly the warmth of your mug against the tips of your fingers. Warmth..?
Were you missing warmth?
"Now now," a way too familiar voice reached your ears. You probably should have been startled, gasped, and sprung off your couch at the sudden disturbance of peace, but you were way too used to him and his antics. "Not invitin' me over to see ya new apartment, huh?"
A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.
"Whad'dya smilin' about?" You didn't answer but listened to his footsteps getting closer. You could feel his gaze on your figure and wondered if he was raising one brow or smirking at your lack of response.
It was getting harder to keep your eyes shut as you felt the couch dip under the weight of his arms being placed by each side of your waist. A shadow falling onto your face and his hair tickling your cheeks, you could feel his breath brushing against your lips.
Warm with a hint of menthol.
He wasn't one not to say anything, but to your surprise, silence fell upon the two of you. You could hear the ticking of your clock that stood on the kitchen counter.
And then you felt his whole body falling onto yours. Your eyes fluttered open with a slight gasp. "Idiot" you murred staring at his blonde hair.
His arms wrapped around your body, legs tangled, and head resting on top of your chest. "Why would you need an invitation?" You cocked a brow at him.
He moved his head to rest his chin on the middle of your chest and look into your eyes, but before he could let out a snarky remark, you continued to speak.
"You always make yourself at home"
Maybe you didn't miss any warmth, but his and maybe — just maybe you needed his things to be scattered around the apartment, too?