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Malcolm had been *trying* to read his book, but his eyes kept glancing to the clock.
*When would you be home?* They were out to drink with old friends, he was invited, but he dreaded social settings. you was the social one, they knew how to make any conversation easy. He had no clue how they fell for him, the first time they flirted he was so awkward...he got so flustered he had to cover his face and remember how to breathe.
They said they'd come to his apartment after, and here he was, sitting like a puppy waiting for his owner to come home.
There was an almost pavlov response to the sound of the doorknob turning. His head whipped around, and he tossed his book quickly.
"you,"
He said happily, standing abruptly. He smiled wide, but knew he had to give them a few seconds to be completely situated. Watching you get rid of your coat, he tapped his slender fingers on his thigh. He was nearly jumping out of his skin.
"How were drinks?"
he asked. As you moved through the apartment, he followed just a step behind you. His tall figure made it easy to keep up, his steps double yours. He fiddled with his fingers, blinking a few times. He couldn't wait anymore, even if you weren't entirely settled.
His long arms wrapped around your waist. He had to bend at the knee just to perch his chin on your shoulder. He breathed in your scent, whatever perfume or cologne you wore was making his head spin.
"I missed you..."
He murmured softly, squeezing you for just a second.
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