I laid on Luke's bare chest as he intently watched me, or the marker in my hand. One of his hands rested on the small of my back while the other was behind his head and being propped up by the arm of the couch. It was a Saturday morning and we had a completely free weekend so we took advantage of it and did literally nothing.
"Please don't draw a d**k on my chest." Luke said, getting me to glare at him.
"Don't worry, pretty boy." I dragged the sharpie right below his collarbone, aimlessly doodling on his fair skin. We don't know he we got here, but I was covered in black ink and Luke was about to be.
I drew a few random things on his chest, giggling as I did so. It was clear that Luke was trying to hold in his laugh as he was biting his bottom lip from being so ticklish. I peered up at
