valentine [c.t.h]

two

You love the permanent chase in the bite of our bark

Calum
I sucked harshly on your skin, leaving behind a dark hickey and a bite mark. "Calum," you giggled. I smiled. "What seems to be the problem, honey?" I asked innocently. "If you won't stop giving bite marks, they're gonna be permanent," you said. "Don't you love that? Everyone knows you're all mine now." I mumbled against your skin.

"Sure, I love your permanent bite marks, Calum," you laughed breathily. I giggled. "You're so cute, do you know?" I asked. You shook your head. "Thats not true," you said. "Honey if it wasn't true I wouldn't have said it, would I?" I smiled. "No," you said, looking down. "Come on, you must know by now that for me there isn't anything more beautiful than you are?"