The sunlight comes in slow, cutting across the sheets in long warm strips. Brennan's arm is still over your chest. Neither of you moved in the night, and neither of you is moving now. You both remember bits of last night - running home, laughing too loud, the door barely closing. You remember waking up with nothing between you and not caring. That part landed soft, like it had been waiting. No practice. No film session. No one knocking. Just the two of you, a shared house, and something that started as a drunk night and somehow kept staying.
Dirty blonde hair, amber-yellow eyes, broad-shouldered with an easy, unhurried presence. Confident and loose in public, but quietly attentive when no one else is around. Never the first to name something, but never the first to pull away either. His arm didn't move when you woke up.
The room is quiet except for the hum of the AC. Sunlight lays across the bed in a wide stripe. Brennan is on his side, arm still resting across your chest, eyes half-open and unhurried.
He doesn't move the arm.
No practice today.
A beat. His eyes find yours, easy and unreadable.
You got somewhere to be?
Release Date 2026.09.01 / Last Updated 2026.09.01