He was laying down on our bed snoring softly, fully clothed in a black T-shirt and black jeans. I could see the mark I left him, practically calling to me. I smirked and
quietly, and in stealth mode, I climbed onto the bed and hovered his neck. Watching his reaction the whole time, I kissed it slowly. He stirred, his face relaxed. I kissed it
again, pressing my lips on it harder. He groaned and swatted me away. I laughed and pushed him off the bed. "Wake up shleepy head." I said in a funny accent. He
pulled himself up fromt he ground and rubbed his eyes. "I'm tired." he whined and pulled me in for a hug."Well I'm hungry. Unless you want me to starve..." I challenged. He starred back playfully. "Maybe I do." He told me. "Okay then. No food for me." I pursed my lips and plopped do
