The corner of Wolf's lips curled upwards as his fingers slid up to gently cup the side of Bridge's face. "am I really all that special," he asked with a tilted head, referring to how easy it was for him to make the other boy blush.
Bridge nodded shyly, looking up at him. Even now, after a week of being with Wolf, he still wasn't over every little thing he did.
He hummed in answer and pecked Bridge's nose, then pulled back some. He was more than willing to stay, however, if Bridge wanted him to.
Bridge smiled softly, holding his arm again and pushing himself off the wall in the direction of the bedroom, the one they hadn't seen yet.
Wolf followed silently, though his eyes brightened at the sight of Bridge's smile.
Bridge pushed open the door to reveal a bedroom with a nightstand, dresser, a little mirror, and a much larger bed with much more pillows. Bridge grinned and broke away from Wolf, going to, like before, throw himself onto it.
Wolf laughed and closed the door, leaning against it with his arms folded over his chest. He watched Bridge dive into the bed, and burrow into the blankets and pillows.
Bridge grabbed about five large pillows and buried himself under the covers with them, a muffled giggle escaping from the fort.
Wolf smiled and laughed some more at the sight of Bridge's joy and the sound of his adorable giggle.
Bridge pulled down the blanket just a little, so that his large eyes looked out at Wolf. "I like this place."
He kept his gaze on Bridge as he said, "So do I. Let's hope we get to keep it longer than the motel. Granted, this place is much better."
"Okay." Bridge agreed, sighing happily and resting his head on a pillow.
Wolf hummed to himself and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up. "I'm gonna go ahead and get a quick shower—if the water is still running, that is."
"Mhm." Bridge nodded with a hum, snuggling back into his fort.
Wolf lingered for a few seconds as he gazed at Bridge, then opened the door and headed towards the bathroom.
Bridge blushed as soon as he was gone, recalling the earlier events. He had no idea how Wolf did it, but everything…everything he did seemed to make him blush.
Wolf found out that the water ran just fine, so he undressed an hopped into the shower. Within ten minutes, he was walking back into the bedroom with slightly damp hair, no shirt—which showed off his howling wolf tattoo on his shoulder—and gray sweatpants.
Bridge looked up, blushing just the tiniest bit at the sight of him.
"You can get one too, if you want," he said, seemingly oblivious to the effect he had on Bridge.
He shook his head a little. "It's…I'm okay."
He nodded, then came over to the bed to lay on the opposite side from Bridge.
Bridge blushed again at how close they were, but not much, looking up innocently at him and hesitantly reaching out to touch his tattoo.
Wolf turned his head and watched Bridge, keeping silent. His eyes soon flickered to the boy's blush, and a small smile twitched at his lips.
Bridge eventually ran his fingers across the ink, smiling a little and glancing up at Wolf.
Wolf bit his lip at the feeling of Bridge's touch, looking back at the other boy.