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So whipped, because you can’t help it. So whipped, because you choose to be. You enjoy letting go of the reins if they’re the one holding them, holding you.
You hold their hand like it’s their heart you’re holding — so gently, so tenderly — and then wonder why it’s so obvious that you’ve already given yours to them.
This was the most unhinged thing they've done btw. Look at her brother. He is watching Luke's reaction. Why they were so happy that Luke hugged Nic's mom? WHY???
A look so loaded it could unravel you, untether you, undo you; but what it does instead is pull you in, make you soft, make you melt, make you pliant, make you promises it promises to keep — a look that undresses you of pretence and covers you with lust.
I’ll flirt until you get the hint, until your cheeks bunch up, turn blush-pink, and then shy away when you flirt back. I’ve never been very good at getting what I want; I’m not used to it.
Photos taken by someone who cares for you will always look better, brighter, sweeter because love gets caught in the lens with the click of the shutter.
Sometimes two people in love are the last ones to realise they’ve fallen. They missed the scraped elbows and the bruised knees because they were too busy getting lost in each other’s eyes. They’ll get there.
A home isn’t four walls and a roof, it’s a set of arms and a dimpled smile. Home is the one you turn to when you hear something funny to see if they laughed, the one you lean on when you’re tired, the one you pester when you’re wired.
My favourite view? You. The dip of your waist and the slope of your back. The length of your legs, hundreds of kisses long. I could look and look for hours, days.