“You’re so possessive”, Rose laughed, pulling away from the kiss and drew patterns on his toned chest with her fingers. “I can’t help it with you”, he admitted in his sonorous, dulcet voice, “I don’t like sharing.”
“Well, you don’t need to. Not for now, at least”, Rose said, smiling. She didn’t want this to end when the list was done. She liked spending time with him, even if she wasn’t doing things from the list.
Just both of them, but on another level than only best friends. Rose wouldn’t say this out loud and ruin everything she got so far.
She said it yourself, no feelings involved. But maybe she was tired of fighting it. Rose hands got curious and wandered more and more down his torso exploring the outlines of his muscles under the fabric of his black shirt.
“I’m growing a little
