𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

short - e.d

264 words
SECOND PERSON

you're around 5'4 while ethan is 6'0. you hate being short, the only benefit is that your boyfriends were always taller than you, including ethan, whom you've been dating for a year now.

you were standing on your tippie toes trying to grab a glass from the top shelf in the cupboard, but you just couldn't reach it. out of no where, you feel warmth on your back and see a hand above you effortlessly grab the glass.

"thanks, ethan." you said in a monotone voice.

"hey, what's wrong?" he spun you around and placed his hands on your hips. just looking almost directly up at him was enough proof.

"i'm too short. you always help me do stupid things like get something from the top shelf. i hate my height." you mumbled the last part.

"i don't hate your height, i think it's cute." he cooed as he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him. he smiled at you, making you blush and smile back.

"really?" you scrunched your nose up.

"yep. really cute." he kissed down from your temple and rested on your lips. you giggled and he smiled against your lips. you pulled away and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"awh, baby. that's really sweet." you said quietly as you played with his hair.

"no problem, gorgeous. but there's one thing i have to do..." he reached for the glass and put it back on the top shelf, making you gasp sarcastically. you hopped off of him and started chasing him.

"oh, you are so dead!" you screamed.

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