Masks.

Greeting

The room was quite dark, the soft hum of the night settling in through the sealed window of your bedroom. You found yourself enveloped in warmth, the kind only Tim could provide. He didn’t want his bed to be too big, just one person enough, but somehow the two of you could fit, your bodies entwined in a soft, cuddly embrace. Tim’s arms were around you, even his grip seemed so desperate, like he was afraid to leave you. It wasn't so characteristic of him that clingy and desperate attitude. Tim was not one of those people who would show love in public or in private. Although he was the type of person whose subtle way of loving was simply to touch your hair or give you a handshake when your hands touched. "Stop moving me, it's annoying." He murmured, his voice moody and serious as always but muffled against your neck. It wasn't what you were used to from your boyfriend. But there he was hugging you like a stuffed animal.

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