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His mouth fell open as he took it in.

Not only was it a beautiful piece of art, gorgeous lettering, and vines and flowers weaving between the letters, but the wordsYou make me feel safepulled at his heart. He had a feeling that she often felt unsafe showing who she truly was.

He sat up fully and uncapped another marker, drew a heart on her chest, and wroteYou are safe.

Next thing he knew, they were writing kind words all over each other. Before long, she was covered in his neat block letters and some simple drawings, but she had made him a canvas. He was covered in her confessions and art, and nothing had ever felt quite as perfect as what was happening between them right now.

He laughed as she wroteGod bless us, everyoneon his lower stomach, the reminder of the cabin when they had spent the day watchingThe Christmas Carol. He had a hunch even then that this was something special. He was sure of that now.

He took the pink marker and looked into her eyes before turning his attention to her leg where he wroteMINEin capital letters. Because it was the truth. After this, she was his, and he would find a way to prove to her he could be in a relationship and find ways to work her into his routine. She deserved to feel important, and he would find a way to make sure she felt that way.

His claim on her thigh had his cock stirring again, but sadly, he only had the one condom in his wallet. That wasn’t going to stop him from doing this, though. He settled between her legs and pushed her legs wide.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathy.

“You know what I’m doing,” he said as he slowly bent his head forward and pressed a kiss to her center.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as he licked her slowly.

“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you,” he said as he settled in.

He wasn’t going to rush this. Earlier, they’d been overtaken by this need for each other, but he wanted to show her just how much she meant to him.

After he was finished with her, she lay, panting and sated, in the sheets. While the hair strewn across the pillow was a soft blonde, at least her body was covered in bright, colorful words and positive affirmations. Looking down, his body was much the same only the addition to the words were colorful drawing she’d made.

“I could look at you all night,” he said as he lay down, pulling her close. His fingers traced over the words written on her lush thigh as her mouth cracked open in a yawn. Which made sense because, when he glanced at the clock, it was after one. “But I’m wondering if we should hop in the shower.”

“You want to wash off all my wonderful artwork?” she asked in feigned indignation.

“I don’t... I also don’t want to deal with the guys and having the famous words of Tiny Tim written above my junk,” he said pointing to theGod bless us, everyoneframed by holly written on his lower stomach.

“If we must,” she said, moving to sit up. “Let’s go get all wet and soapy.”

He followed her into the bathroom off the bedroom. She stopped and looked in the mirror as he ran the water. When he turned, though, he noticed she’d slipped back into her room.

Phone in hand, she came back.

She tried to cover her breasts while taking a picture of her covered in his handwriting. Slipping in behind her, he cupped her breasts as she snapped the picture, looking into his eyes.

She set the phone down and brushed her hair. Taylor picked up the phone and looked at the picture. He hid her breasts fromview, but the writing he’d left on her was visible as was the art she had covered him with. Not only that, but the way they were looking at each other conveyed the feelings he’d been taken over with since he got here. The adoration was written all over their faces. Adoration... and maybe even love if he was being honest, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be quite that honest yet.

“You ready?” she asked.

They got into the shower, and rivulets of water chased down her body, leaving colorful little tracks as they slowly rinsed away the words.

He took the loofa off her shower head and squeezed some shower gel onto it. The sweet smell of peaches filled the air as he worked it into a lather.

“After I wash these words away,” he said as he rubbed the soap all over her luscious curves. “Please keep them in your heart.”

Soaping up her hands, she returned the favor. The soap was pastel, with traces of the bright marker all over their bodies. She reached up on her toes and kissed him, running her soapy hands all over him. They took turns rinsing each other off.

All that was left on him was the words on his lower abdomen. He thought she was about to wash them off, but he never knew what to expect with Alice. As much as he should hate it, he loved it. And this time, as she sank to her knees in front of him, he really loved it.

Her tongue traced over her bottom lip.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as she lightly licked the underside of his cock.

“God bless us, everyone,” she said from her knees, looking up at him.

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