Imagine your f/o leaning over you to kiss you, again and again. Every so often they pull back just to look at you, their expression ranging somewhere on the spectrum between enamoured and enraptured.
After a while, they make a noise which almost sounds frustrated as they press their forehead against yours, eyelids fluttering shut. "I can't decide whether I want to kiss you or just look at you," they say, with a hint of breathless laughter. Their eyes open as they smile at you fondly. "It's a good problem to have." Whether with their lips or their gaze, they want nothing more than to cherish and adore every inch of you.




























