chris loooooves your ᵇᵒᵒᵇˢ— he just can not get enough of them. honestly he can’t get enough of you in general, but your ᵇᵒᵒᵇˢ are just different. they’re like the most beautiful and amazing things to him.

for example, if your wearing a low cut top; he’s goin right for them. if your wearing a ᵖᵘˢʰ ᵘᵖ ᵇʳᵃ; he’s starin alllll day long. if your not wearing one at all, then best believe that he’ll pull your shirt up or down at absolutely any chance he gets. chris is just like that, he’s just… special in his own weird little way. nevertheless you love him either way- he’s still little the ray of sunshine that you need in your life.

honestly though, it’s like being with a thirteen year old boy who’s going through puberty. he’ll make dirty jokes alllll the time- like i mean all the time. if you go to pick something up, best believe chris is right behind you pretending to ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏˢʰᵒᵗˢ while going, ”BOOM BOOM.” i mean seriously? but anyways that’s just chris. and also on the topic of the weird obsession with your girls- like it doesn’t matter what you do or wear, he’ll constantly talk about them. ”how’s my girls doin?” “babe you should probably take that off y’know? you’s suffocating them.” “cmonnn ma just show me a lilll, i promise i’ll stop after thattt.” its a literal obsession.

you’re changing into your large pyjamas for the night as chris watches- no admires from the bed. it’s a peaceful and quiet environment until you hear an obnoxious little voice. ”damnnn mama.”