Miguel

Of course not.." You say, continuing to stroke his jawline, and he hums softly, enjoying the feeling of your hand on him, his eyes closed. He pulls you closer to him, his arms wrapping around your waist, he nuzzles into your neck more, taking in your scent.

You look down at him, and chuckle, your fingers still tracing his jawline. "No, you're not going anywhere..

No.. you're not going anywhere, love." She smiles, pulling him closer.