Lovers in the night❤️

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After going to Victoria's Secret, we get a little hungry. "What do you want for lunch babe?" he asks with his adorable dimples showing. "Italiano Bakes and Pizzas," I say like I'm from Beverly Hills. "Yummmm!" he says as if he's four years old again. As we walk towards the crammed food court, he takes my hand and licks it. "Ew, Jaaaack!" I say as I reach for his hand to lick him back. "We're just two licking fools over here I guess," I say to make him smile.
When we get our food, he looks for a table. He walks to the one that has a circular shape, he pulls out a chair for me and sets the tray down. "I smell cheesy goodness," I say in a southern accent. "I smell your perfume that reminds me of when we met. It was a stormy day, the classroom had so many windows but all I could see was gray sky and I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen walk into chemistry class on the first day of school. I didn't have anyone sitting by me so you came and took that seat. I told Billy that I was gonna ask you out some day. I was determined to know who the beautiful girl that smelled like cinnamon and rose petals was," he says. "You make me smile all the time and I always feel safe in your presence. I know that I can tell you anything," he continues. "It feels like I've known you forever. I can always count on you and you listen to all of my problems. You don't even make fun of my crying. I-I I think you're amazing and I want to make more memories with you," I say while rubbing his hand.
As I lean forward and he closes his eyes, I smell his cologne. I breath in the minty air between us and he starts kissing my neck, sucking so hard that I moan a little. He gives one peck after all of the neck kisses and leans back in his seat. He starts to eat so I do too. I'm eating half a slice of pizza with a garden green salad.
When we finish eating, he leans forward, coming closer to me and lightly grazes his fingers along my smooth thighs. He lays his hand on my lower thigh and I bite my lip. "Wanna see a movie at amc?" he asks. "Sure," I say with a smile. "What movie?" he asks with a grin that makes me know he's up to something. "I want to see a horror movie," I say with a convincing smirk. "Are you sure?" he says as if I'm afraid of horror films. "Yes," I say. "I want to see The Murder On Lemon Lane," I say with a dead serious facial expression.