Forever Never Lasts [✔]

Folding

I have to be honest with you, I think about you a lot. All the time, actually. In the morning, at night, during the day. Its your. Its all you.

After a rough round of sex, I was flopped against his mound of much needed stuffies and watched his naked figure try to fold, which made me cringe considering the way he was folding the clothes. I looked over his body with pure love. I couldn't see anything in him besides my future and love.

"Your doing it wrong,"

"Then how about you show me besides sitting there smirking at me like a piece of hot beef,"

"Hot beef?" I questioned as I raised a brow, smirking once more. 

Slowly sitting up, I grabbed the shirt he was folding from him and folded it for him. I looked him over once more, my smirk turning into a warm smile.

"Your so handsome," I whisper as I lean over to him, wrapping my arm around his scratched up waist (Done by me) and he closed his eyes. I kissed him in the most gently loving way I ever could. Every fiber in my body loved him. I pulled back and smoothed his hair back and looked into his eyes.

He knew.

I didn't have to say anything.

I was going to show him the best way I could how much I loved him, needed him and adored him.

I wasn't going to fuck him senseless like I've done many times before, I'm going to do the one thing I've never done before.

I made love to him.

I fell hard in such a short time, and I knew I loved him.

I knew.