The touches of his lips come in all varieties. Some in the form of quick pecks. Some in the form of slow and deep tastes of her skin. He trying to keep each one a little different than before. They're each like a fingerprint, some semblance between all of them, but no two are exactly the same.
"It's not that, darling." Though the extra dose of sweetness is noticed and appreciated, especially when fingers find excuses to touch his hair. He's smiling in between the kisses. "I just like you a lot. That's all."
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How unreasonable of you. Wanting the notifications to show up on time. Or at all.
Date: 2016-08-07 11:51 am (UTC)"It's not that, darling." Though the extra dose of sweetness is noticed and appreciated, especially when fingers find excuses to touch his hair. He's smiling in between the kisses. "I just like you a lot. That's all."