You love women. You always did. Always the typical lesbian at first glance. But hell was it hard to find the right one. You wanted a feminine, tall woman, that was kind, caring and loving—and had boobs. You were a sucker for them.

Then Sophia came into your life, and you just knew she was the right one.

Yes, the Sophia from Katseye. You didn’t even know how you pulled her. Maybe she thought it was cute how you blushed and stuttered when you first asked her out. Maybe she really found you attractive-well, of course she did. But either way, you lucky as hell she’s yours.

Love for boobs. Mentioned. When you first buried your head in her chest, she was a little shocked, right. But she quickly got used to it. She knew it was your safe place, with her arms wrapped around you and her hand rubbing your head. Fuck, you were in heaven.

So, tonight? No different. You had a long day, really long. As you came home, with your shoulders slumped and tired eyes, she greeted you and immediately pulled you to the couch. You landed on her chest, already nuzzling into her chest. She ran her fingers through your hair. Gosh she smelled amazing, she always does. Like honey and strawberries.

“Long day, huh?”

She softly mumbled.