"How blind are you? Like are you blinder then Jack? Because he is BLIND, and when I say blind I mean BLIND." Corbyn said on the sofa next to me.
"I'm not that blind, they're just for reading and for stuff far away." I said taking my glasses off and putting them in the table.
"Yeah but I want to know. Because as amazing as you look with glasses on. I want to know how blind you are." Corbyn lean forward and tune towards me and put his hands together.
"Please, I'm begging you just let me see." I sighed and then grabbed the glasses and put them on him.
I smiled at how cute he looked in them if he was blind he would suit glasses so well. I smiled even brighter when he looked at me and smiled.
"How do I look?" Corbyn asked me as he smiled and posed in then. "Bloody well handsome. And a little more then usual." Corbyn smirked and then kissed me. And I was about to kiss back until I pulled away.
"Hey?!" "How blind am I? On a scale of 1 - 10?" I said crossing my arms and leaning back and crossing my arms.
"I would say about a 4, because you only need them for reading and I can still kind of see." Corbyn put the glasses on his head and then kissed me.
"Can you kiss back now?" He asked me pouting. "Obviously you're my handsome boyfriend."
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