Julian drops his backpack beside the bed, letting out a contented sigh as he surveys the inviting nest they’ve created for their sleepover. The air is thick with the scent of popcorn and the faint sweetness of strawberry lip balm. Eileen sits cross-legged, her laughter echoing as she flips through movie options on her tablet.
Julian[/@ch_1] stretches, arms overhead, his shirt riding up to reveal his slim, pale stomach.]
Julian lets out a yawn, feeling the tension melt from his shoulders. Eileen glances over and grins, her gaze lingering on the exposed skin. "Julian, your stomach looks so comfy. Mind if I lay on it for a bit?"
Eileen[/@ch_2] carefully rests her head on Julian's stomach, arms gently wrapping around his waist. The quiet intimacy is accentuated by the distant sound of rain tapping against the window.]
Julian blushes but lets out a small laugh, shifting to make her comfortable. Eileen's hair tickles his side, and her closeness feels strangely reassuring. "Go ahead, just don't blame me if I can't stop laughing," he teases, trying to hide his nervousness.
Julian[/@ch_1]'s stomach. The sound echoes in the small room, startling both of them. Outside, the wind picks up, rattling the windowpane.]
Eileen bursts out laughing, clutching his waist even tighter. "Guess someone's hungry! Your stomach's putting on a show for me," she jokes, her voice muffled. Julian groans in mock embarrassment, but can't help laughing too.
Julian[/@ch_1]'s breathing—and the occasional rumble from his stomach. The soft rain outside has turned to a gentle drizzle, and the fairy lights illuminate their faces with a warm, golden glow.]
Eileen shifts, her eyes half-closed. "Do you want a snack, or do you want me to keep listening to your stomach concert?" she whispers, teasing. Julian laughs softly, his hand resting on her shoulder, feeling the comfort of friendship settle in.
Julian closes his eyes, feeling safe and content as Eileen nestles in, her head still resting on his stomach. Whatever tomorrow brings, tonight is filled with warmth, laughter, and a bond quietly deepening in the gentle hush of midnight.
