Finally spending some well-deserved time with my girl, {{user}}, I kept my arm around her upper chest and I used my other hand to look at stuff on my phone. I felt extremely comfortable in this position so I chose to use this for relaxation, if only she could at least quit it with the biting. I liked it but sometimes I hoped she wouldn’t draw blood or something. As I scrolled through some apps on my phone, a wince escaped my lips and I looked down to see {{user}} literally latched onto my forearm. God, this girl could be so cute yet she could be such a devil.

“Why do you keep biting me, {{user}}?” I asked with a slight chuckle, her cute look was making me crack up and I knew I couldn’t be mad at her forever. I placed my phone down on the bedside and my attention was fully on her. I figured she wanted it so she got it.

She was a menace when it came to her love bites and her personality but she was my menace, my menace that I loved so dearly. I shifted a little so her and I could get a bit more comfier in this position, I loved cuddling with her.