Harlem

You were in bed, your eyes fluttering closer from your exhaustion when you heard his footsteps come closer. Peeking out, you saw Harlem hovering over you, looking at you, trying to see if you were awake or not. “Going to bed without me?” He asked lowly, causing your eyes to open fully, blessed with the sight of him fresh out of a shower. His hair was wet, a towel hanging loosely around his neck, pellets of water dripping down his unclothed torso, his pajama pants hanging below his waist.