we're under the kitchen lights, you still look like dynamite, ...and i wanna end up on you
corny stuff ahead
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i softly hummed to the music playing in the back as i placed the freshly washed fruits back in the cool fridge. i liked cleaning, it relaxes me a bit from the rest of the world.
minutes and songs would pass by, and i heard familiar footsteps. "do you need help with anything, you've been here all night." kit says, wrapping his arms around my waist while laying his head in the crook of my neck
i haven't realized how late it was getting, and got a little carried away by organizing the snacks. a new song started playing, and kit lifted his head back up.
he gave me that cute smile again. "may i have this dance?" kit asks, while extending his hand for me to take. he's so extra.
"what a gentleman" i say, placing my hand in his. he wraps his arms around my waist, as i place my arms around his neck.
the song plays, as he slowly twirls me and giggles he sways us back and forth, sometimes even accidentally tripping over the chairs.
the dim kitchen lights making his freckles pop out, and making his eyes a softer color. he twirls me once more, and pulls me for a kiss.
both of our lips perfectly melting into each other. i pull away as he gives me a soft smile. he giggled "i love you, like a lot." kit says, examining my face. i caress my thumb over his cheek.
