eighteen » l.h

53.

His fingers felt delightful as they traced undefined shapes onto my bare back, fingertips basically outlining my entire body, enticing every single emotion that I had within me.

Sliding my hair to the side, his mouth hovered over my neck, his little small puffs of air causing the little hairs at the back of my neck to rise. I shivered.

"Good morning, beautiful." He rasped, his voice sounding like heaven.

"Good morning."

I turned onto my side, his body mimicking me. I ghosted my eyes over the small proportion of his exposed skin from the silky sheets, traveling all the way from his perfectly sculpted chest to his perfectly light blue filled eyes. He is a masterpiece.

"What?" He spoke, breaking me from my long trance.

"Nothing," I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips. "Just looking."

He smiled and my heart melted at that. "I'm going to be one of those teenage boys and say, take a picture, it'll last longer." He bursted out laughing, it escalating from a deep to high pitched laugh.

I giggled, laughing out loud when he snorted, his face becoming flushed. "I love you." I sighed.

"And I love you." He retorted, his eyes drifting down to my lips. I moved my hand to the back of his neck, slowly bringing him closer to me. Our eyes flickered and our lips were so close to touching, but they never did and that was all because of the ding that came from my phone.

I huffed and threw the sheets off of my body, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I walked over to where my jeans were thrown on the floor, bending down to get it.

"Damn, girl. You look amazing." He said, purposely making his voice crack.

"With all honestly, though," I stood up straight. "You have the mind of a teenage boy stuck in a man's body."

"How offensive." He placed his hand over the left side of his chest, faking a hurt expression.