You can choose one character to smooch on for a while on your sofa. No sex. Whom do you choose?
@ensonando Rebecca, my forever favorite 😘 I love this question, thank you for asking it!
By way of an answer, here's a little something sweet for you since it took me a million years to log in and see this 💖
You stopped caring about the movie half an hour ago.
But why would you, when Marcus’s long, broad body is a warm weight against yours, half-pressing you into the couch cushions as he seeks out the next kiss?
He’s all strong arms and sturdy thighs and the cozy softness of gray sweatpants — he’d blushed when you finally confessed why you like them so much — and when he’s holding you like this, like you’re more precious than the art he handles every day, there’s no place you’d rather be.
His scent, clean laundry and warm skin and the hint of woodsy cologne that clings to his clothes, envelops you along with his arms. The spice of the mid-afternoon tea you shared lingers on his tongue as it strokes against yours in an unhurried, almost lazy rhythm.
It’s not a prelude to something else, not a stepping stone. He’s just kissing you, enjoying you, like he has all the time in the world, with that wholehearted enthusiasm he applies to everything he cares about.
You sink your fingers into the silky tufts of his hair on a swell of affection, pulling him closer still.
Marcus’s deep, rumbled hum of contentment reverberates in your own chest and plush lips trail from your mouth to your jawline and back again. He breaks away just enough to trace the tip of his proud nose over the bridge of yours before planting a soft kiss on it.
The grin that pulls at your mouth is reflected in his own, his cheek shadowing with a dimple.
“Do you still want to go out for dinner?” he asks.
You cradle his cheek with your hand, gently drawing your thumb over the soft swell of his bottom lip. “Nope.”
His dimple deepens. Dark eyes reflect the glimmers of light from the TV, but the only stars in them are for you.
“Delivery it is,” he says, pressing a smile to your lips, like a bee to honeycomb.
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