Jeno attempts to teach you how to play the guitar, but he can’t seem to focus when all you’re doing is leaning back against him and placing small kisses along the underside of his jaw. 

the tips of her fae pointed ears grow red instantly at his words, a low chuckle escapes her throat as her teeth unattached themselves from aidoneus's throat, her head slams against the velvety red and black pillow case. slender legs wrap themselves around the back of his thighs to keep him from moving, keeping him still. a whine slips out, she has to prove her point. ❝ — be original my love. you've said that before. ❞