One small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other with Lin?
Lin had been working his ass off for months, writing, going to meetings about the multitude of projects he’s working on, appearing on television shows and doing interviews for magazine articles. He’s been so busy for so long it feels as if is the two of you have had no time to yourselves at all.
And now you’ve had enough, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to postpone an interview and a meeting he had planned just so that the two of you can spend a night together.
For the first time in months, your apartment is filled with the sound of music and the smell of his cooking. He looks relaxed, wearing an old pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt as he dishes up the food, bringing it into the living room and joining you on the floor where you’ve made what looks like a nest of blankets and cushions.
You can tell how content and relaxed he is as the two of you eat in a comfortable silence, a small smile on his face as he sits close to your side, his leg brushing against yours.
“Thank you for staying in tonight,” you say softly, resting your head on his shoulder after you’ve both finished.
“Thank you for convincing me to stay in. I need this,” he admits with a soft chuckle.
“I can tell,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss his cheek.
He turns his face to capture his lips with yours, the kiss so small and soft before he pulls back.
Your eyes glance at his lips before moving up to lock with his, suddenly you’re moving to sit in his lap, his arms encircling you as your lips lock together once more, this time more urgent.
His mouth is heavy on yours, his hands rough as they move up and down your back, bunching up your shirt. Your hands slip into his hair, holding on tight as he pulls away, his breathing heavy.
“To the bedroom?” He asks.
“To the bedroom.”