Luke:"How do I look?", you asked, stepping out of the dressing room. "Huh?", he asked, looking up from his phone. The moment he laid eyes on you, he couldn't look anywhere else. Maybe it was the way that dress hugged your curves perfectly, yet wasn't really tight. Or maybe it was the way it made your legs look even longer and sexier than they already were. It also crossed his mind, that it was the little amount of cleavage, yet just enough to make any other guy jealous, that the dress showed. "Wow", he mumbled after analysing you, "Just wow..."
Ashton:"You coming to the water, (Y/N)?", Ashton asked you for the hundredth time. "Fine, Ashton", you agreed, standing up and removing your clothes. Once in your bikinis, Ashton's eyes couldn't be removed from your body. He stared at your curves, your legs, your breasts, your bum... For a moment, he regretted insisting so much for you to come swim with him, because in that way everyone would be able to stare - and he knew that everyone would stare - at what was his and his only. But then an idea flashed his mind: "Ashton, what are you -?", you asked while he walked closer to you with a weird look in his eyes, but couldn't finish your sentence once you felt his lips on your neck - sucking just enough to leave a mark. "Ashton!", you exclaimed. "Now everyone will know your mine", he shrugged.
Michael:"(Y/N), you in there?", he asked from outside the bathroom. "Yeah", you replied. "Can I come in?", you could practically see him smirking. "No", you laughed, knowing he would anyway. "Well that's a shame", you were proven right. You heard him taking off his clothes and throwing them on the floor next to where yours were folded perfectly. When he walked in the shower, the first thing he did wasn't kiss you or touch you - it was stare at you. His gaze was lost in your body, every part he could put his eyes on. You were slightly uncomfortable, he had never looked at you naked so intensely. All that was on his mind was: 'how can someone be so fucking perfect?'. "Michael", you mumbled shyly, blushing. He watched as your blush went from your cheeks to your neck. "What?", he chuckled, coming closer to you, "I'm just appreciating what's mine".
Calum:"How much longer?", you heard Calum's voice. "Just about ten minutes", you replied, finishing the last touches on your make up. "I don't understand why you even care to put it on. You look perfect without it", Calum said, eying you from the mirror. You didn't reply, too concentrated in what you were doing at the moment. But you did notice, though, how his eyes went from your face to your body. It wasn't the stare of lust he would usually have when he was looking at you, it was one filled with love and passion. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your waist turn you around and a strong, muscular body press you against the stand. Calum's lips were on yours, one hand with a strong grip on your waist, the other massaging your hip. You dropped whatever it was you were holding, you couldn't remember it now, and wrapped your hands around his neck. "What was that for?", you asked breathless once he broke the kiss. "I was just realizing how perfect you are", he smiled.
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