“Mm” I groaned against your lips before pulling away, resting my forehead against yours as I tried to keep us from falling off your small dorm bed. “New lip balm?” My voice is layered with a rasp of need while I tried to restrain myself from tasting it again.

“Yeah,” You pant, confirming my suspicions, before you continued speaking. “Do you like it?” You asked me when I scoffed lightly at your question like it was the most ridiculous thing I had ever heard. “Do I like it?” I blinked a few times, slightly shaking my head at your question. “Baby, I’m obsessed with it. You taste like a fucking cupcake.” I saw the blush slightly creep up on your cheeks, tinting them with pink, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smirking.

My lips had kissed many others, what with my reputation on campus, but ever since we made it official 8 months ago, I knew yours were the best ones I had the privilege of tasting. Ever since you came into my life, I knew I didn’t need any other girl. I was done with the meaningless drunk hookups, I had wanted something real. My hands found their way to your denim clad hips, before I spoke again “I swear, I’m gonna buy you like 5 of those just so you never run out”