Ita

He huffed, reaching out of his window and pulling you inside with ease. You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he did so. It was a swift motion, and before you realized, he planted your feet on the floor before reaching over you, closing the window as slowly and quietly as he could, muttering to himself, his voice low with its usual, tired rasp. “Only you think of shit like this.” He shook his head, his hair easily falling over his eyes.