Jonah kissed me over and over, his strong arms propped him up above me. I smiled as he smiled, hair falling into his face.
"You're... so cute." Jonah breathed, in between kisses. My arms snaked around his neck and his legs wrapped around my waist.
"You're cuter." I smiled. Suddenly, we heard the front door open and we both paused, we heard the boys' voices coming from downstairs.
"Cover-up. No one sees you like this except me." Jonah gave me one last long kiss before getting out of bed, pulling on some joggers and peering out onto the landing. I heard murmurs from the boys, saying they were going to bed and after a few minutes, Jonah came back in, smirking.
"What?" I laughed.
"Where did we leave off?"
I'm gonna take a break from these for a while and make a series on just one of the boys, so yeah.
Go check out: the good place; corbyn besson and my new story: in the street; daniel seavey.
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Teen Fictionվҽąհ, į Ӏօѵҽ ʍҽ ʂօʍҽ Ӏօѵҽ ąղժ ąƒƒҽçէìօղ. - - - - - short and sweet imagines.
