eighteen » l.h

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Yall i need help. I have a crush on this v nice boy?guy? Idk same shit and idk how to talk to him ): like he's in 3 of my classes and ugh he's just so fucking ugh

"I have to go to class, Calum." I giggled as he pulled me towards him once again.

"Just one kiss, babe." He pouted, his plump lips making me tear my gaze from his beautiful brown eyes.

I softly pressed my lips against his, lingering for a little bit and then pulling away. However, his arms snaked around my waist, bringing me in contact with his body and his eyes, the eyes I have become accustomed to seeing every morning that I wake up, they locked with mine.

"I love you so much." He whispered, his breath fanning my face.

"Calum-" He leaned in.

"It's okay, baby. I know you can't say it back yet. I just want to let you know that you are loved." He leaned in further, his lips barely grazing mine.

I craved them. Whether it was against mine or on any part of my body, I always felt the need to have them touching me. "Thank you for understanding." I mutter, locking my arms around his neck.

"I always will, Estelle." I smiled and brought my hand to the back of his neck, pushing his face towards mine and smashing our lips together.

I don't know why but every time we kissed, or caught each other staring at one another, I always seemed to get a fluttering feeling inside of me. I couldn't quite decipher what it meant.

"Alright, I have to go now." I mumble, running my fingers through his slightly curly hair, continuing our slow, passionate kiss.

"Mhm." He said, gripping my hips tightly as I tug at the roots of his hair.

"I don't want to leave." I say, jumping up as his hands hooked under my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"I don't want you to either." He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, his hands resting on my butt.

"I have to, though." We were now on the soft couch, my legs bent at the knees and spread apart to grant him the space between them.

"I know that." He spoke, his tattoo covered hand running up the side of my jean clattered leg, stopping a little bit over my waist and the hoodie I was wearing rising up as his fingertips grazed the exposed skin, goosebumps arising at his touch.