Chloe sat on the edge of Starry’s bed, her legs folded beneath her as she watched him button his shirt. The weekend had been different. Starry had been sweet, unusually so. She wasn’t complaining, but it felt strange how easily they had settled into this new rhythm. There had always been tension between them, an underlying push and pull, but this… this was something else.
She liked it and she caught herself wanting more. There was also the part of her that was torn between completely losing herself to the moment and also questioning what the next day held for them. She wasn't sure if he would always be the man he'd been to her over the weekend. Just one thing stood out and that was the fact that he would always see that she was comfortable, she had everything she needed as long as she was
