His back was to me, cooking breakfast the next morning. I grin to myself as I notice him humming quietly. Slowly, trying not to alert him to my presence, I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist, his back pressed against my chest. I press sweet kisses against his neck and jaw until he growls lowly and turns, pushing me against the wall and kissing me softly.
"I love you," he murmurs against my lips, his stubble tickling my chin.
"I love you too," I say, kissing him soft and sweet.
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Our life (joshler)
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