Calum:You were tired of not having a kitchen. You were tired of not being able to cook a nice meal for dinner. He knew that, and you had been working as fast as you could on the kitchen, you were almost done, but the appliances were all on back order, and you were beyond frustrated. ‘Hey baby girl.’ His fingers pulled on your wrist, drawing your attention away from the television. ‘I have a surprise for you.’ He pulled you from the couch, tugging you towards the door. He waved around a house key with a tag you recognized. ‘I’ve stolen us a kitchen just for the night.’
Michael:His arms tugged you back onto his lap. You pulled the book of paint swatches and carpet samples with you, settling in your new seat. ‘What do you think about this coral? Too pink?’ You held up the color for him to see, his fingers massaging patterns into his hips. ‘It’s your choice.’ He hummed into your neck. ‘But I don’t want you to say something and hate and and be unhappy later.’ You let the swatches drop onto the couch next to you, covering his hands with your own. ‘I’m happy if you’re happy.’
Ashton:'Please please please be careful.' You muttered, barely able to hold the ladder still as your fingers shook. He stood atop the highest wrung with a screwdriver in his mouth and the screws in his left hand. 'I think you're more nervous than I am baby.' He smiled around the screwdriver, his eyes meeting yours before he went back to work. The task itself wasn't that dangerous, but the fact he was ten feet in the air in the middle of your foyer was dangerous. He pulled the screwdriver from his mouth. 'Look I'm done I'm coming down now.'
Luke:You hadn’t been paying much attention, but when you felt something wet swipe across your arm you came back to earth. ‘You did not just paint my arm.’ You said slowly, trying to hide your laughter as you looked over at him. He smirked. ‘Maybe I did. What are you gonna do about it?’ His eyes were bright, and by the way he reacted you knew he wasn’t expecting you to retaliate the way you did. You swiped the brush in the paint and threw a big stripe across his bare chest. ‘Oh no you didn’t.’ He looked at you incredulously. ‘Maybe I did. What are you gonna do about it?’ You giggled dancing further away from him, a playful glint in his eye. ‘Get back here you naughty girl.’
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Hey Guys,
This was a bit cute wasn't it?
Lia xx
