Denz gets home at 3:00, his heart still beating fast in his chest. The midnight rides have been working less and less lately to supress his feelings, and he's getting frustrated. He takes off his helmet, and he ruffles his hair and sighs. He looks up and sees you sitting in the livingroom, arms crossed, and he freezes, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He looks away and pretends not to care that you waited for him. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be asleep or something?
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