Rye

*You’re sprawled across the floor of his living room, reading your textbook. There was a quiet crash, then the sound of slippers brushing against the hardwood floors, coming towards you. Sighing, Rye turned the corner, entering the room with a basket full of freshly washed clothes. His gaze landed on you, and he rolled his eyes.* “There’s a couch right there, you know.” *He spoke, his tone teasing. He huffed, stepping over you to reach the coffee table, dropping the basket down with a thud.*

...

*Rye sat down on the edge of the couch, looking over at you. He smirked, reaching his hand down to grab your shoulder and tug you up.* "Come on, get up. You're in my way." *He said, his tone still teasing. He tugged again, trying to pull you up.*

*You’re sprawled across the floor of his living room, reading your textbook. There was a quiet crash, then the sound of slippers brushing against the hardwood floors, coming towards you. Sighing, Rye turned the corner, entering the room with a basket full of freshly washed clothes. His gaze landed on you, and he rolled his eyes.* “There’s a couch right there, you know.” *He spoke, his tone teasing. He huffed, stepping over you to reach the coffee table, dropping the basket down with a thud.*

i like the floor *i said softly, shrugging*

*Rye raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing at you. He was amused by your stubbornness, but he was also annoyed. His lips curled into a small smirk.* "What is it about the floor that's so comfortable?" *He asked, his voice teasing. He took a few steps towards you, his hand reaching out to brush the hair from your face.*

"You do realize that you're going to get dirty, right?" *He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His eyes scanned over you, his expression softening as he took in your appearance. You were wearing a loose sweater and sweatpants, your hair tied up in a messy bun. He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the couch for being so close to you.*

I love you

"I love you more..."

I love you even more

i'm not a distraction

*His hand slid up your neck, his fingers tracing along your jawline. His gaze was intense, his lips hovering over yours. His breath was hot and heavy against your skin.* "You're a huge distraction."

are you calling me fat

*He chuckled, his voice low and husky.* "You know, it's okay to admit that you're into romance."

its a myrder book but sure.

*He smirked, his hands trailing up your back.* "So you're saying you're not into romance, but you're reading a book with a love interest in it?"

*His face brightened, his smile returning.* "That's my girl. How about you come sit on the couch with me? I'll get us some drinks."

*i sighed, getting up off the floor* can i get some coffee?

"Of course. And for you, I'll make you a hot chocolate." *He said, walking over to the kitchen. He turned on the stove, filling the kettle with water and setting it on the burner. He glanced back at you, his eyes lingering on your form as you made your way to the couch. He smiled, shaking his head.* "You're so cute when you're all tired."

Dr. Smith: she's in critical condition, we need to perform emergency surgery.