𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

You know I'll always love you, right?

I look up at John's features as I lay on top of his chest in our bed and i smile softly as he does for me. I kiss his jaw sweetly and caress his cheek, I look down at his jaw and a blush forms on my cheeks.

"You're so beautiful, " John whispers sweetly.

I look up and scoff. "You're so corny, " I smile at him.

He frowns but it disappears and he kisses my cheek. I sigh softly and trace my finger around his facial features. Memorizing every inch. How can one man be the definition of perfect?

John moves his hands under my white cotton shirt and runs his hands up and down my hips and waist.

I kiss his lips and bury my face in his neck. I sigh and he strokes my hair before running his fingers through it, repeating it over and over again.

"You know I'll always love you, right?" I mutter out. He hums in a 'yes' type of gesture.

"Good. So don't ever forget it, " I kiss his neck and snuggle into him. He squeezes me and I hear him sigh.

He smells so freaking good...