𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

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"I should have something to call you."

You stare at him, a blank look on your face. He tweaks your nose, looking at you with amusement.

"I've seen all these other boyfriends call their girls something and it hurts that I don't have anything to call mine."

You swallow your squeal, trying your hardest to help him.

"How about baby? Babe? Honey?"

He rejects all of them, insisting that he wants something unique and important to you. He watches you, studying your everything as you awkwardly try to compose yourself. You smile at him and he immediately jumps up. You choke on air in shock as he profusely apologises.

"Dimples! I'm going to call you dimples!"

You sigh, not caring what he called you. As long as you were known as his, you were fine. You smile to yourself at the thought and he places a soft kiss on your dimple.

"I really love those things."

You blush, listening to his sweet laugh fill the air.

"You and your dimples are all mine."

He places a deadly kiss on your lips and you can already feel yourself being drawn into him for the 23546th time.