Imagine buying Peter new goggles for running. And he like, jumps up and down, hugs you too tightly and squeals at the sight of them, because they’re the newest model, something he’s been wanting and they’re a dark silver mixed with black, around the edges with a metallic outline, and the strap is personalized to have his name on it, and he’s just an excited little puppy.
“I’m nervous to use them though, what if i scratch them!?” He screeches, holding them in his hands. Flicking back some of his silver hair, he gives you a cheeky smile, his dimples prominent on his cheeks, “Can i just buy a little display and put them in there? With a little plaque that says, “From my hot girlfriend, use with care”?” He shrieks again, throwing his head back dramatically this time, “Oh, I don’t know what to do with myself, come here!” Holding the goggles in one hand, he grabs your waist quickly with the other and presses his mouth to yours, “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I try.” You chuckle, kissing back as best you could.
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