A Friend For the End of the World
“You’re my favourite, you know,” Clarke whispers like a secret into his skin. It sends a shiver down his spine. There’s more than just softness there. He’s sure he hasn’t imagined that it sounds a little wanton.
Still, Bellamy tries his best to play it off. “Don’t worry,” he replies lightly, voice muffled by the pillow. “I won’t tell the other kids.”
Clarke, Bellamy, and the night before the second apocalypse.
Rated: E. WC: 5902. started as a drabble for @wellamyblake and turned into… something. So I decided to post it.