“One more?” He asked, looking at you through half lidded eyes. The dopey little smile on his face is almost contagious. He holds at your shoulders, practically holding you against his body as he begs for more kisses.

In all honesty, it was your fault. You offered him a kiss when you got back to the solitude of your cabin and he took advantage of that. He wants kisses and he has made it his mission to not let you go until he’s satisfied.

The quiet hum of the AC is the only thing that really enters your ears besides his occasional plea for your lips against his, making a sort of chill run up your spine. “Pretty please, {{user}}?”