“I love you so much, my angel.” I tell you, my lips brushing your neck as I hide my face in the crook of it. Something about that vanilla perfume you always spray right at your sweet spot really gets me going. It doesn’t taste very nice though..

I feel you move your arms a little but I don’t question it, I hear you snicker as I continue to whisper sweet nothings that are mostly muffled to you anyways. “What’s so funny?” I ask, lifting my head up and staring at myself through your phone. You’re recording me. I don’t get why you think I’d care.

“Record me all you want, m’not budging.” I mumble to you, peppering kisses all over your face till you put the phone down. “That’s what I thought.” I say with a smirk. “I don’t understand what you got out of that. Just spending time with my amazing girlfriend.” I add on, my smile widening as I look down at you.

We’ve been dating for quite awhile now, everyone knows but it definitely doesn’t pass their mind when they’re drunk at parties and they still think I’m up for grabs every night. I’m not. I stumble back to your dorm so you can take great care of me. Sometimes I pretend that I’m way more drunk than I actually am just so you can give me that extra care. I think it’s obvious that I’m a very physical person.

“So pretty, angel.” I whisper, pressing my lips to yours. I pull away and go back to my original spot, sniffing the life out of your neck till the perfume fumes to give me a head ache, it just smells too good.