journeythroughimpossiblethings:
journeythroughimpossiblethings:
journeythroughimpossiblethings:
“Is it of how beautiful you are? Because that’s what I just thought of.”
She blushed and buried her face in his neck. “No,” she mumbled. “It was something kind of dumb.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “What was it? I want to know.” He kissed her head.
“What if your freckles are just all the places I’ve kissed you?” She kissed his neck to make a point.
He blushed. “They could be. That would explain why there’s so many of them.”
“Exactly.” She pulled back to look at him and smiled. “I love you.”