#3. Photograph

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Steamy

Mrs. Tomlinson invited you and Louis to dinner at her house.

You have dinner, while talking with Charlotte who is sitting by your side, she tells you about her boyfriend and some funny happenings. You look towards Louis who is talking to his step-dad but his eyes are, all the time, on you.

After dinner you sit in the lounge with his mother showing you Louis' baby pictures, some makes you laugh while some makes you swoon at his adorable face.

There is certain picture of Louis which is very cute, it is Louis sitting with Charlotte sitting between his legs, she looks like a doll while he looks like a very adorable bad boy with ruffled hair.

"Louis you look like such a naughty boy, even when your were little." You say to Louis, playfully, who is sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking at you.

His eyes twinkle at your comment. "You don't know how naughty I was when I was little." Louis says, grinning.

Your cheeks heats up. For God's sake, his mom is in the room.

Joanna laughs. "Excuse me. I'll check on the twins. Don't want to spoil your romance."

Your cheeks heats up even more. "Louis!" You whisper-shout.

"What?! I was just Telling you how naughty I was, babe." Louis says innocently.

You shake your head. "Your mom was in the room! For heavens sake."

"I didn't do anything wrong." He pouts and fold his arms over his chest.

You laugh and playfully slap his arm, at his childishness.

"Wanna know how naughty I used to be?" Louis asks then pulls you to his room. He shuts the door behind him and links your lips before you can protest.

He pulls your shirt over your head and you do the same to his then he unhooks your bra and traces circles on your bare skin.

"You look so sexy." Louis murmurs making you blush, again.

He nibbles at your bottom lip while pinching lightly at your nipples.

He then moves his lips to your shoulders and kisses his way down to your chest and sucks at your swollen nipple. You clutch his hair and bite your cheek to stop you from moaning.

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