Sitting on his bed
Lusting over each other for about an hour
He looks at me and says “you’re beautiful”
He really means it.
Sounds so sure of himself.
It’s hard not to believe him.
He touches my hair with his fingertips and pulls out a curl, laughing.
“What are you laughing at?”
He pulls my curl, and lets it go
Only so it can wind itself back up into its previous bouncy formation.
“That’s so adorable, I'm melting.”
“Wow, I love you so much”
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
Sitting on his bed
Lusting over each other for about an hour
He looks at me and says “you’re beautiful”
He really means it.
Sounds so sure of himself.
It’s hard not to believe him.
He touches my hair with his fingertips and pulls out a curl, laughing.
“What are you laughing at?”
He pulls my curl, and lets it go
Only so it can wind itself back up into its previous bouncy formation.
“That’s so adorable, I'm melting.”
“Wow, I love you so much”
