WESTON SIGHED AS YOU
ran your fingers through his hair,your hand occasionally brushing on his scalp sending shivers down his spine
"how are you so good at doing this?" he spoke to your stomach,his head resting just below your chest.
you smiled down at him-not that he could see
"it's my hidden talent." pushing a stray lock away from his eyes, "the real question is how is your hair so damn soft"
you felt him smile against you before mocking "that's my hidden talent"
he shifted slightly again,laughing once more at his own comment,leaning into your touch as your fingers continued to parade around his head
"im goin to bed,"he mumbled his eyelids fluttering shut as he practically melted onto your legs "love you" holding a few strands of hair away from his face, you smiled at him
"love you too wes"