You had a very uncomfortable changing, because you've had a bad day, your emotions had taken over. You were in your apartment, only wearing a top long shirt that for some reason didn't rip, which now served as a dress. You called him in panic, and before you knew he was walking through your door and hugging you.
"Are you okay?" He breathed, worry leaving his voice. You nodded, unsure what else to do. You didn't know exactly why you called him, but it felt right.
"Yeah I'm fine. I just-" but before you could finish your sentence he slammed his lips against yours, calming you down.
You kissed back, his hand on your neck. It was a deep kiss, though it didn't ask for anything more.
When you parted, you were met with two hopeful golden eyes, waiting for you to say if you liked it or not.
"I'm glad I called you," you whispered, leaning in again for another kiss.