Aaron buried his face into your skin as you laid with him the morning after a few love confessions and scattered clothes. He went pepper light kisses along your jawline, under your chin.

"Why do you smell so good? It's driving me crazy." He murmurs into your skin, pulling you closer to him.

His brow arches after you admit to stealing his soaps. "Don't feel bad," he says, serious so suddenly. "You can have anything of mine you want. You can have all of it."

He pauses, grinning at you, his eyes wicked. Aaron slips out of bed and into the bathroom, the running sound of water in the bathtub filling the silence. He comes back out, tugging on the blanket that was covering you.

"You are perfect," he says. "Every inch of you. Perfect," he repeats. "Don't hide from me."