𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝘫.𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

²⁷ everything's temporary

✧.* LOVERBOY ღ

A week passed since that night at the beach. Your summer so far consisted of a stress free environment in the arms of your loving boyfriend in his queen sized bed with nothing but a thin white sheet covering your bare body. While your head was on a pillow, his head used your breast as a pillow with his arms hugging your body and he slept peacefully. You wouldn't ask to be anywhere else. But however good this was, you knew it wouldn't last long.

You couldn't fight off the feeling that soon, he would be leaving again. There was no way that Levi would let the band off the hook so easily. You've come to understand his personality a little from what Jean has told you. You have yet to meet him in person or even gone to LA for that matter. It was likely that Jean would eventually move there to be closer to work and when that happened...you sighed and left the thoughts astray, continuing to feel the warmth of your boyfriend next to you.

He sighed then groaned a little before his eyes fluttered and opened to the sight of you, "Well, good morning, beautiful."

You grinned, "Good morning, pretty boy."

"You know I get embarrassed when you call me that."

"And is that supposed to stop me from saying it?"

"Mmm yeah. I think so."

You shook your head and smirked, "Well, I'm not." He scoffed then looked down at your breast in front of him, leaving kisses on them that tickled. You pushed him away playfully, "Stop, that tickles!"

He stopped but said, "And is that supposed to stop me from doing it?" You narrowed your eyes at him but that didn't get a reaction from him. Instead, he gave you a quick kiss on the lips and then lifted up to stretch, "Ah. I slept amazingly."

He looked over his shoulder at you staring up at him, admiring the sun that shined perfectly on your face that made you appear angelic, "God, I love you."

You smiled some more from how much he truly meant those three words, "And I love you, Jeany."

"Okay, that's enough lovey dovey. I don't want to turn into one of those couples."

You laughed, agreeing with him. He stood up from the bed, as naked as you were while walking to the bathroom. You sat up and brought your knees to your chest. You still couldn't stop thinking about him going off to LA. You sat up and turned your head to the side slightly to look at the pictures of you and Jean hanging on the wall.

You didn't notice him leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom while staring at you. He quietly grabbed his camera from on top of his dresser and snapped a picture of you. You heard the camera shutter go off and darted your eyes toward him, "What are you doing?"

He walked toward you and took a closer shot but you put your hand up in protest, "Hello?"

"I'm taking pictures of you to show our kids how beautiful their mom is. Duh." he spoke in a muzzled tone since his toothbrush was hanging out the side of his mouth. He stared down at the photos and sighed, taking the toothbrush out of his mouth, "I wish I could take a picture of you from my eyes. The camera just doesn't do you enough justice."

Your mouth fell agape from how easily his words made your stomach flutter over and over. He looked up and saw you staring at him, "What?"

"Come here."

His eyes widened and he rushed into the bathroom before coming back to climb into the bed with you. He hovered above you, kissing you passionately while the camera rested beside the two of you. He opened one eye to peek at it then pulled away, "Wait, wait. Can I please take a picture of you right now?"