𝘼𝙙𝙖𝙢

What’s wrong with said outfit—?

👁️👄👁️ Or 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡—?

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“Sounds like someone is 𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑.” Amelia flashed him a toothy grin before his lips met hers in a sweet kiss. His touch was warm and she placed both her hands on his cheeks. “Might have to send you to rehab,” she teased.

“You ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 whatever this is.” Amelia replied seriously, resting her hands on his chest as she scooted that little bit closer to kiss him sweetly upon the lips.

“You wanna snuggle up and sleep some more?” She shuffled closer, still smiling.

“Oh please— you moved right over. That’s hardly sneaking.” Her smile is lopsided and the glint in the depths of her blue eyes is playful. Again his kisses send shivers down her spine.

Laughing, she squirms beneath him trying to kiss him while he is kissing her neck— which made goose bumps form along her arms and legs. “Who said you were the law?”

The moment he grabs her wrists after taking the pillow from her, she leans down and kisses him gently on the lips. “Who said I’m not allowed?” She spoke against his lips with a grin and laughter in her eyes.

Amelia gives a genuine laugh, sitting up to grab a pillow so she can activate pillow fight mode since he wants to be playful. “You’re a lil shit—” Said with affection, of course.

As they roll she gives a very girlish giggle, her long hair spilling about her face as she leaned against his chest whilst looking down at him. “Like a log. Did I snore?”

She burrows down beside him in the sheets. “Sleep well?”

She just lifts the sheets, smiling brightly. “Good morning~”

She is awake—

She curls into him, smiling softly, enjoying the warmth. Nobody’s gunna know… (*she’s asleep in 0.25 seconds. She’s exhausted).

I’m not saying anything— 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 the one suggesting things now.

𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚—? You’re /b l u s h i n g/.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥.. (𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭)

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.