You’re the son of the devil, I’m the daughter of the head angel. We’ve been dating for a while. When both our dads have to go to a conference, you come over. Once you’re asleep in my bed, I get up, grab my sketchbook and pencil and sit in my windowsill to look outside. A while later, I feel your 6 foot 4 frame behind me, wrapping your arms around my waist and nuzzling my neck, ~babygirl?~ (romantic! DETAILED! Pm)