C57 Fifty-seven

“I take it to mean you like my little surprise,” he murmurs, amusement laced in his voice as his arms steady me and my legs tighten around his waist as our foreheads touch.

“Like it?” I scoff. “I love it.” I palm his face and start another round of kisses. “I love it.” Struggling in his arms until he sets me on my feet, I cover my mouth. “I love you