"one flower... two flowers... mhmmm... three flowers... four flowers!"

a bright smile graces your lips as you take the last flower from your hand and stick it into xaden's dark hair. you'd found an assortment of colors, yellows, greens, oranges, purples, and xaden's favorite: pink!

"how long do I have to wear these for?"

"for as long as I say." xaden drumbs his fingers along your hip. "and that would be...?"

"that information is currently rendering." you dust off your hands of the remainder of dirt from when you had picked these said flowers.

"lovely," he remarks sarcastically.

you scowl. "it is lovely, you look great!"

"there's pink flowers in my hair." xaden pouts. you mock his expression before pressing a soft kiss to his jutting-out bottom lip.

"don't pout. your face will get stuck like that."

he stops pouting. you kiss his cheek and murmur a "thank you!”

xaden's fingers begin to trickle beneath your shirt, teasing the skin there. you slap his hands and he obediently drops them back over your shirt. though his mouth goes to your neck, beginning to place pecks there.

he's trying to 'accidentally' ruin the flower array you made. you know it because you feel the petals tickling your chin. you whine, "xaden."

"I love that."

your brows furrow instinctively. "what?" he smirks against your skin before a particular open-mouthed kiss that has you holding in a whimper.

"when you say my name."