"We should do this more often," Laiden smiled cheekily at me.
"I am glad you like it," I said and giggled watching his lungs rise with every breath. I used his upper chest as a pillow, while my finger traced the outline of his abs on his stomach. Goosebumps were rising on his skin from my touch.
"You are so beautiful," Laiden observed. That made me blush.
"Thank you," I beamed up at him for a second, then went back to his abs.
"And easily amused." He added.
"It's fun." I said.
"What happens when I get old and fat, and I lose all of my definition?" He asked.
"I will be old and fat too. So it won't matter." I answered.
"You can not get fat," Laiden stated.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because you have to remain young and beautiful," Laiden insisted. I knew he was only joking.
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