Demyan
"Do you still have the old playlist we used to watch?" I pressed a kiss to Ethan's stubble covered jaw.
He looked at me and instead of answering pressed a kiss to my lips. I instantly melted again, consumed by the amount of love I felt in just that kiss alone. Oh how fourteen year Demyan would have screamed in embarrassment to know his childhood crush would one day be kissing him on a rooftop entertainment area. "I do," he grinned once he pulled away from me.
"We just should make it tradition again," I beamed, "I missed these so much. I tried to watch them with my siblings but they would say they were boring."
"Clearly they don't have good taste," he tsked, "We are truly the top shelf items in our family."
"Only the finest could ever understand us," I teased.
