d-franco:

Both alike in dignity - Modern AU

Her eyes are drooping again as he brushes her hair back from her face and kisses her cheek once more, feeling himself soften and slip from her body as they roll to their sides. His mind is in a million places, his heart beats fast, and he doesn’t know what to do – he thinks probably she should tell him off for what he’s just done, for what he’s just pretended they are, but she doesn’t. She rests her head against his chest, and slides back into sleep. He doesn’t manage to slow down his mind enough to drift off until just before the sun peeks over the horizon. (x)