*Casually pretends this hasn’t been sitting in my ask for forever and a day.* Thank you!
Anyone would be able to tell the sides of the room apart with a single glance. One half was immaculate and meticulously organized down to the papers stacked on the desk. The other was in a constant state of organized chaos. There were books and papers scattered across the desk, granola bars and half-full juice bottles on the nightstand, and clothes stacked on the bed.
Yet it was on the messy, disorganized bed that Regina was sitting on when Emma walked in.
The brunette shot up and dropped the book she was reading on the comforter, her glasses going crooked on her face with the motion. “Emma! I thought you were going home for the weekend.”
"I was, but apparently my baby brother’s sick so I’m gonig next weekend instead. What are you doing?"
"Your side of the room is warmer," Regina said a little too quickly. Emma instantly knew it was a lie, but she decided against commenting.
Regina started to get up, but the blonde just shook her head. “You look comfy.” She kicked off her boots, dropped her bag next to the desk, and sat down on the bed next to the brunette. “You can keep reading. I don’t mind. What’s the book called?”
Up until this point, Regina had been a little stiff, but when Emma stretched out next to her, she relaxed. “The House of Mirth. It’s one of my favorites.”
"I’ve never read it."
"Want me to read out loud?"
"No, that’s okay."
"You’re letting me hog your bed. The least I can do is read to you. If you want, that is."
Regina opened to the beginning of the book and snuggled deeper into the pillows. Emma smiled as she began to read, “Selden paused in surprise. In the afternoon rush of the Grand Central Station his eyes had been refreshed by the sight of Miss Lily Bart.”