#just some sprinkles of the vibe of my wip hehehhehe

[musouie]

this is how levi’d touch me after staring at me wide-eyed and uttering something beneath his breath. something along the lines of “there could never be another you.”

(sacredly…….)

and then we’ll pretend that his soft whimpering is merely because of the chill of the night, and definitely not because my skin feels like feathers beneath his fingertips — so much softer than he had imagined (and believe, he has, from sunrise to sundown and over and over again.) — and in his silly, little, racing mind, he can’t fathom how.