I chase your love around a figure 8

❝But most of our escapades end up with us sleeping together in some form or sort, you can’t deny that, can you?❞ As her hips started working with his own, Samson couldn’t help but to let his head fall back, mess of curls following suit. ❝Yeah right, not a fucking clue apparently.❞

                              In an instant, she stopped to look at him. She leaned back to cross her arms over her chest as she raised an eyebrow. ❝If this is about you proving shit to me, why the fuck am I doing all of the work already?❞

                        ( he couldn't help but to smile even wider                           at her stutter. most people had made fun                           of her for it, but for him, it wasn't only adorable,                           but it was a reminder he was with someone                           who was okay with his flaws, just like he was                           with hers. ) 

                   ( he couldn't help but to smile at Eleanor as she                       held the doll close to her. Eleanor always did                        get him to smile. ) 

                        ❝--Why has no one told me this?❞