its a night made up of butter and chocolate. the musky taste of the alcohol still lingers on his lips. one buttery kiss, two buttery kisses, three buttery kisses on my lips. my neck. my shoulders. mmmm. this is one of those perfect nights.
i hold him to me for a while. put my hands under his shirt to feel his heart beating. there's some exchange of words on random stuff. and a lot of stolen glances and snogging. fingers crossing, toes curling against the sheet, hair cascading down my back. the feel of his name on my lips is so. nice.
its like seeing flowers and a note for you. its all stars and moonlights and under the cover. its one of those dont-spoil-my-moment moments.
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