He’d wanted to see you all day but both of your responsibilities prevented that. Well, yours did anyway, if it were up to him he’d have blown off half of what he needed to do but because he knew you’d be upset that he was slacking, he made sure to get everything done, even if some of it was half-assed.
Now, finally, he’s at your door. The hour is late but he doesn’t want to wait until tomorrow. When you answer his knock, of course already in your pajamas, he smiles that smile and leans down to kiss you.
“Thought we could have a sleepover,” he says lightly.
You purse your lips, unsure of his real intentions (not that you’d mind “sleeping” but you have an early morning). Seeing your hesitation, he flicks your forehead. “Oi, I mean actually sleep, perv.”
He laughs at your pout, ushering you back inside and to your bedroom, teasing you the whole way.