Jan 17, 2019
And you rested your chin on his clothed chest, looking up with doe eyes from between his pecs, murmuring a tiny voice—pleading, “Pretty please...”
And the two of you play the staring game, his arms around the curve of your bottom, while you pouted back at his small smile. In the poorly lit kitchen, in the middle of the night, making up for the times lost. He pushes your hair away from your forehead, and stamped a lengthy kiss on them. How could he say no. How can he say no to that cute face? However, there are consequences.
