7. shoulder kiss.

THEY’D BEEN LAUGHING about something she said. she’s proud to be able to draw his laugh out with ease - even if it’s not that difficult of a thing to do, she likes to hear it & she likes to illicit it. he’s facing her, head tilts down as he giggles. forehead pressed against warm skin of her shoulder, sorta pink from the new orleans sun & exposed in the little white tank top she’s sporting today. bou shifts slightly. his lips on her skin are a surprise, but nowhere near unwelcome. green eyes crinkle at the corners, soft smile as laughter fades into something more tender. something kinda soft & gentle & genuine. ‘ you’re CUTE. ’