Paige & Darren Private one-on-one (@Typhoon1912)

Paige drew anything she could think of on his skin. She went down lower and found the hem of his shirt. She blushed.

Paige drew anything she could think of on his skin. She went down lower and found the hem of his shirt. She blushed.

Darren laughed a little, feeling the heat radiating from her face. It was good to know the blush thing went both ways.

What the heck…
Paige slowly began pulling his shirt up.

Darren compiled, he broke off the kiss only long enough for his shirt to be pulled over his head before their lips crashed back together.

Paige giggled, relived a little. She wrote 'DARREN' on his back.

Darren wasn’t too concerned about what exactly she was writing, it just felt good… amazing actually.

Her fingers spread wide and rubbed all over his back.

Darren’s wars became hypersensitive to any noise, her breathing, others in the house, the way the moved together making the comforter on her bed move with them.

"God, I love you," she murmured.

“I love God too,” he laughed jokingly.

Paige giggled. "Darren, I love you."

“I love Darren too,” he smiled with a goofy grin, “He’s really great, I wish he’d be my boyfriend,”

"Well, I don't have to wish, silly."

“I’m so jealous of you, you hve the best boyfriend,” he joked.

"You should be." Paige gave him a quick kiss. "I do."

“I love you,” he pushed himself closer to her.

"I love you too," she murmured. They were so close again, yet still not touching. She quickly closed the gap.

Darren put his head down, resting gently in her neck.

Paige made a fake gag noise. "Don't choke me, pretty boy."

Darren laughed, “If I were to choke you, this isn’t how I’d be done… also… Pretty boy?”

"Mmhmm…" Paige hummed, continuing to draw shapes on his skin.

(Lol chicken! That’s not what I meant)

"Mmhmm…" Paige hummed, continuing to draw shapes on his skin.

“I’m not pretty,” he laughed.

(1- What's chicken?
2- She was "Mmhmm"ing the 'pretty boy')

(1- What's chicken?
2- She was "Mmhmm"ing the 'pretty boy')

"Mmhmm…" Paige hummed, continuing to draw shapes on his skin.

“I’m not pretty,” he laughed.

(Sorry, I forgot about that!)

"Yes, you are. You're forgetting again. I'm the one who isn't pretty, remember?"

“I’m not pretty, I’m a potato,”

Paige giggled. "Who told you that?"