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High def tv that blares colorful movies with funny actors and stupid pranks to make him happy.
Soft pale skin as he dances his feet in twirling circles as he nods to the music to make me happy.
His eyes are glued to the tv as he lays on his stomach with no pants like always,my back leaning on the headboard as I watch this delicious little show.
He twirls his feet in circles,taunting little dance as he hums along to the song on the tv.
He laughs at something that flashes across the screen,some commercial about ducks or geese or some other animal.
Not really sure nor Do I care.
I'd rather watch him,always.
His feet swirl in smaller circles as they cling together,two pieces that fit as he shakes his shoulders to whatever songs playing now.
I wanna lean over and grab his feet,pulling him in like a fish on a hook so I can press kisses and bruises all down his ankles.
You're such a freak.
I ignore my inner self as I continue to watch this maddening little show,toes and soft skin and his sweet little ankles driving me crazy.
I swear,even his ankles are driving me bonkers.
You need help.
So so much.
He suddenly turns and sits up,lollipop stick hanging from his mouth while his lips stain ruby red around the treat he loves so much.
"Give me your shirt."
I raise an eyebrow,my heart swelling at his adorable little demanding tone.
"Why?"
He rolls his eyes up like this is the dumbest question,you should know why the stare he gives me says.
"Cause I wanna wear it."
My pulse quickens at such a simple sentence,smiling internally like an idiot while externally I remain calm.
I glance down to his chest but he probably doesn't see behind my dark eyewear.
"You're already wearing one."
I say simply.
He glances down with a look that says no problem,lifting his arms quickly to toss the red shirt he was wearing on the ground near the chair.
"Now I'm not."
He says cutely,hand stretched to me like he's waiting for me to just hand over what he wants.
I'm waiting his blue orbs say.
"No."
I answer simply.
He puts this little pout face on and widens those perfect crystal blue orbs that has me melting in less than a second.
I roll my eyes and groan internally,the hold he has on me is honestly amazing I think as I lift my shirt up and off.
How does he have such a hold on me?
It's not fair.
"It's sweaty." I lie,wanting his reaction to see.
"Good." He answers easily,eyes on the dark cloth I have in my left hand.
He smiles happily when I hand it over,quickly tugging it on and smiling when he glances down at himself.
