It was pretty late when he felt his bed shift in weight a little. Steve didn’t move, he was just waiting to see what this person was going to do. His brows raised slightly as he felt lips against his own. His eyes shot open, looking to see who’s lips they belonged to. “Delila?” He asked against her lips and sat up a little, “How’d you get in here?” He rubbed the back of his head, “You could’ve at least called..”
“Don’t worry about it, Delila..” He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled slightly towards her. “I wasn’t complaining…I want a little warning next time, okay?” He patted her hand gently and settled back to lean against his wall.
“…Next time? You expect me to do this again?” She whispered, cautiously relaxing beside him and scratching her nose. Biting her lip, Delila debated for a moment before turning to face him completely. “Steve, why aren’t you worried or freaked out?”
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