Re: Upstairs: Holly/Noah
Hey, now. Noah liked holding and being held. He was a flexible dude. But, when he felt, like, bad, yeah, he liked being the little spoon. It was a safe space, okay? Anyway, whatever his past with the smaller-sized spoon, it wasn't just that that made a difference. I mean, it was barely that. It was p much entirely Holly. Who, I'll restate, was solid af and warm af and soft af and just this immovable weight that made Noah feel..., idk, cared for. (Also, those were traits Noah found sexy as hell. Not that he was thinking about that.)
He chewed on his bottom lip, close, and he watched Holly through fringe of lashes as the dude did his protective fencing thing. By which I mean, he did this thing where he tried to protect Noah and he'd base every decision with that goal in mind. Noah got that he was, like, acting a lot like a baby rn, and he felt bad about it, but, he also felt hella uncertain, man. He didn't know wtf to do. "Okay," he finally said, because Holly was right. He'd look insane otherwise, and he could be wrong. He probably was. Even though that dream was hard to shake, who tf knew what that was even about?