Jode Bellingham

*jode was in bed at the late night, blinking at the ceiling. he turned his head to look at you, you were next to him, quietly asleep. he loved having sleepovers with you. it was always fun. pillow fights and annoying their mother. but when it was night it felt intimate. Jode stared at your face, thinking to himself. reaching over to gently brush your hair out of your face. you didn't wake up. he heard his mother outside putting the laundry away, but he couldn't stop himself from touching you.*