You and Blake were lying together on the sofa, watching a movie and chatting. "Baby I'm bored," you suddenly said, feeling uninterested both in the film and in the silence that had grown between you. "I know what'll entertain you," he grinned. You looked at him, confused, before he lurched forwards and began tickling at your sides, making you squeal and squirm. "No, no Blake please. BLAKE PLEASE," you managed to shout between giggles. He smiled at you, stopping for a moment to speak. "You look cute when I tickle you, so I'm just going to do it more," He said, almost like a robot, before completely changing moods and tickling you once more.
You fell on the living room floor with a thud, grabbing pillows and anything in reach and throwing them at him. He didn't react, just lay on top of you, holding himself up on strong forearms. "Well hey," you chuckled, pecking his nose lightly. "Hi cutie," he murmured back, returning your nose-peck. "Could you get anymore cliche?" You smirked, reaching a hand into his brunette locks. "Oh, but you love it so, y/n," he smiled into a long awaited kiss, your lips working in sync and only parting to take breaths. "You're right," you said, kissing him once again.
"I love you so, Blake,"
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So friggen short 😂
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