Saturday afternoon plans sound much better with you sitting on my lap, distracting me from absolutely everything. That pretty face and the way you're leaving my pants soaked deserve considerably more attention than my phone does.
In the mood to pull someone into my arms, bury my face against her chest, and keep my hands settled around her waist. The kind of closeness that lets her feel just how badly I want her near, making it painfully obvious that I have no intention of letting her go anytime soon.
