"Tell me about the book you're reading," he murmured against my skin.
"You never want to hear about my books..." I tease
"Just tell me about it," he sighed contentedly, his warm breath tickling my neck.
He lays butterfly kisses on my neck, "well...
it's about these two people, Dash and Lily, the share this red notebook," I pause, distracted, as he continues kissing my neck, "they pass it back and forth,
adding new dares in it for each other. They're still strangers as of right now, but it's driving both of them crazy not knowing what the other looks like.
Their friends vowed not to hint to them who the other may be." He hums distractedly in response, all the while kissing my neck in various places.
"You weren't listening, were you?" I giggle.
"No," he admits, moving up to my face, kissing me on the lips as my book falls to the edge of the bed, my hands finding his brown curls.