colors / winston
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She grinned widely. She knew how tightly he was wrapped around her finger and sheâd be lying if she said she didnât use it to her advantage. Sometimes⊠For example, the extreme puppy dog face as soon as they laid eyes on this house. She couldnât help it, really⊠It was everything she wanted in a home. âOnly eventually⊠and only because I get my purple wedding.â Which was a lie of course because she planned on taking that dress off ASAP to be honest. She rolled over, laying her short frame on top of Willâs chest. Peppering kisses along his lips she smiled. âI love you most.â She ran her nails along the nape of his neck. âSo a month then?âÂ
He rolls his eyes at her, scoffing. âNot really. Iâd see underneath either way, with our without the purple wedding. Iâve just doubled my chances by saying yes.â He chuckled. He watched as she lay herself on his chest, and he looked down at her. He smiled as she continued to kiss him. âI highly doubt that. I love you the mostest.â He nods in confirmation. âA month.â











