— CALVIN’S HOUSE : 06/23/2012
“Sweetie, I need to write…” Calvin murmured, his eyes fluttering closed as his head leaned back, melting into your touch. You kept hugging him from behind, massaging his shoulders and kissing his neck and face, and whatnot.
“Later, baby,” You whispered, continuing to lean down and kiss his neck.
Calvin was your boyfriend of 10 months, and he was a gentleman. He was 2 years older than you, he spoiled you, and he just…he just loved you. Everything, from your big grin at the thought of a new dress, to your petty little outbursts that he could handle in just a few seconds. And it was obviously reciprocated from you, and he never seemed to snap at you, not unless things got heated enough. Still, it was love. All of it, money or not.