You hugged, and occasionally made love. Every night you said goodnight and cuddled. You loved it. But nothing compared to his lips on yours

“Can you kiss me more?” were words that often left your mouth and Reiner’s. After all, you were both young and had nothing to lose. It was just principle. You just wanted him to hold him since you liked the way he grooved

He would always write his name. You can do the same, but oh how you loved the taste and wanted it all on your tongue

All you want to do is kiss and cut the rubbish. Reiner never gave you one in public, he gave you hundreds. He wanted your lipgloss, lipstick, and hickeys too

“Can you kiss me more?” he murmured, holding you by your waist and resting his forehead against yours