𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬.

09 | ralph macchio

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 202

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   I had just woken up from my nap when I hear a soft melody playing. I get up and walk downstairs.

   I see Ralph playing the piano, his fingers moving swiftly yet so gracefully.

   "I never knew you could play the piano, Ralph." I say as I walk over to him and sit down, facing his right shoulder.

   He laughs and stops playing. "My dad made me take lessons when I was younger. I hated it, but it helped me attract the ladies."

   I laugh. "Is that so? Well then you'll play me a song, won't you Bach?"

   He starts playing, and the song sounds like a lullaby. I stare at him while he plays, noticing how when he concentrates, he bites his lips.

   I run my hands through his hair and lightly kiss his shoulder. He stops playing and looks at me.

   "What?" I giggle. He leans down and passionately kisses me.

   "I love you." he says as he picks me up and carries me to our room.

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i told you, didn't i? i'm sorry if this was cringey. imagine me trying to write a smut? thankfully, i put a stop to that train before it even left the station.

~ xkidkaratex