L U K E:
Limbs intertwined, his long legs wrapped around yours, his chin nuzzled into your neck. You feel his scratchy stubble as his cheek grazes your skin, a contented sigh falling from his lips. The scene’s serenity is permeated only by the rhythmic thumping of your hearts and the morning sunlight trickling in through the bedroom window. Propping himself up on one elbow, he stares down at you as a sleepy smile spreads across his face. “I love you.”
M I C H A E L:
"You’re so beautiful," he gushes before his eyes grow wide at the realization of his words. Did he just utter that aloud? You grin at him, charmed by the blush creeping into his cheeks. Is a third date too early for commitment, you wonder? Because lately all you’ve been thinking about is this boy with flame-colored hair and calloused fingers, and how you just want to take his face into your hands and declare your affection for him. But what happened to the agreement of taking things slow? You meet his eyes, grab his hand, and take a deep breath. "I love you," you blurt, and it’s too late to go back now.
C A L U M:
You try to remember exactly how you ended up in Calum’s bed—fully clothed, nevertheless—but you can’t recall the events that led up to it. It just kind of… happened. There was no groping, no fondling, no touching; only a movie night between friends, or so you thought. It’s been growing harder and harder to deny the chemistry between you and Calum, and now, laying next to him in bed, you realize you want nothing more than to roll over and kiss him. But with kisses comes feelings, and you’re terrified of ruining the relationship you already have. “I should get going,” you mutter with a sinking heart. ”Stay,” he begs, reaching for your hand. His pinkie finger brushes your skin, and a wave of sparks shoots down your spine. “Please stay. I love you.”
A S H T O N:
Sweat glitters on his skin in the moonlight, another wave crashing behind him and sending a spray of ocean water toward the both of you. You giggle in unison as droplets rain down, soaking your hair and filling up your nostrils. Sticky and covered in sand, you’re sprawled on the shore next to Ashton, the air heavy with the passion of lovemaking and the sounds of the sea. By now you’ve both pulled your clothes back on, each of you buzzing with the excitement of love and ecstasy. Ashton cups your cheek in his large hand, using the other to sweep strands of wet hair out of your eyes. He beams at you, hazel gaze glittering, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.“I love you.”
