Authors note:

Here is Mitchells pov. All mistakes are my own.

Two:

Mitchell arrives home later that night, he's greeted by your things left dropped in the entryway and your clothing scattered up the stairs. The house is dark and quiet. He figures you're asleep and in his bed because it's the coolest place in the house - which makes him smirk.

Kicking out of his shoes, he heads upstairs to take a mutch needed shower. The weather has put everyone in a mood and he just needs to wash the day away. On his way up the stairs, he gathers your discarded things. They end up just outside the bathroom door in a heap along with his clothes.

The bathroom still smells of your body wash as he shuts the door behind his naked form. He notices the shower curtain is still pulled back, so he yanks it into place and turns on the shower taps. The water is inviting. He can't wait to shut his brain off under the cold spray and just be for a few minutes.

A moan falls from his mouth the instant the water from the shower head hits him. It's almost 1am by this point. He's exhausted beyond words. He regretted his decision to work extra hours. Nothing too gross or insane happened. He just wished he'd been able to leave when you did.

Dunking his head under the spray, Mitchell quickly washed his hair than his body, then shut the taps off. It was at that moment he realized there was no towel to grab.

With a shrug, he flung the curtain back and stepped out onto the bath rug. He had no choice but to saunter off to his room, dripping wet and naked.

The air was still moist (eww) as he walked down the quiet hallway. The closer he got to his bedroom, the clearer he could hear you. Your heart beating, your breath coming out in soft wisps. He could sound an air horn and you wouldn't wake.

Grabbing up the towel you'd used for your shower, Mitchell dried off, tossed on a pair of boxers, put some deodorant on, pulled his still damp hair up into a messy bun type situation and got into bed.

You didn't even stir. Not one little peep. Humans aren't still. They move, fidget but you, you were so asleep that the only thing moving was your chest.

"Goodnight, love." Mitchell yawned into the darkness, placing a kiss on your cool cheek. He was asleep like you seconds later.

End note:

Thanks for stopping by. Love y'all.

Until next time,

Nicki