Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
My lips constantly kissed Bobby's neck as he hid his face away from me and snuggled closer to my chest as I wrapped my arms around him. I knew I was terribly hungover, in fact I could still feel the alcohol in my system, but I knew the best remedy for that was meu coracao.
"Dito," he chuckled as he attempted to push my face away but terribly failed since I easily overpowered him, "There's people in the house."
"When has that ever stopped me?" I grinned before I gave him a quick peck, "Just a little quicky. I promise I'll be quiet."
"You're never quiet," he snorted, "And you know I'm never quiet because you always lose control."
"It will help me with my hangover, I need my daily dose of Bobby," I pouted as I ran my hands down his side before I snatched his irritating pregnancy pillow and threw it to the floor. The large thing took up too much space and it always received more cuddles than I ever got.
