5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Please don't take any of my stories. COMPLETED BUT EDITING

"You think you can actually run from me?" he whispered, close enough to feel his hot breath against my neck.

I melted under his touch, losing every ounce of anger I had for him. His hand cooly trailed up my leg, eyes burning into my own, and stopped right on my collarbone. "Your neck could use some color on it," he commented before pressing his lips on my bare skin.