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Calum

I lay my head on Calum's bare chest as his hand gently rubbed up and down my naked back. I sighed in bliss at our state, both of our naked bodies just wrapped in the crisp bed sheets. Calum gently took my leg, putting it over his own so that we could be closer, even though there wasn't even an inch between us.

"How did I get so lucky?" he sighed in bliss. I looked up at him and smiled.

"I've been asking myself the same thing since we met." I spoke.

"Yeah, but...I don't even know, you're just perfect." He admitted, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

"I'm not. I just love you, but that's close enough." I whispered. He smiled before gently placing our lips together. I rested my head back on his chest as his hand moved to my hair. Suddenly, I had to fight against the urge to fall asleep, which Calum must have sensed.

"It's okay, baby, you can go to sleep, I've got you." He whispered gently.

"I love you." I mumbled as I closed my eyes.

"I love you too." He returned, placing a kiss on my head and moving his fingers through my hair.

Luke

I opened my eyes as I heard the front door shut, followed by a loud sigh. I opened the door and saw Luke sitting on the sofa, head just resting against the back pillow. I walked out and he looked down at me.

"Hey, babe." He smiled tiredly. I returned it before straddling his lap. We just looked at each other as his hands rested on my thighs. He smiled at me.

"What?" I grinned slightly, making him shrug.

"You're just...beautiful." He shook his head. I smiled at him before leaning forward and gently pecking his lips. I leant back but he pecked my lips again, making my smile widen. He returned it as I rested my head in the crook of his neck, allowing his hands to rub my back.

"You tired, baby?" I asked.

"Yeah. It was a long day in the studio." He sighed.

"Let's go to sleep then." I spoke as I pushed him back so that he was lying on the sofa. I leant down, resting my head against his chest so that I was lying on top of him.

"I love you, baby." He whispered.

"I love you too." I mumbled.

Michael

I lay on the sofa, watching TV with my legs hanging over Michael's lap. He looked at me.

"Baby, are you ticklish?" Michael asked.

"I can't trust you with that information." I chuckled.

"I'm taking that as a yes." He grinned, grabbing my ankles. My eyes widened.

"Don't you fucking dare." I warned. He smiled before running his fingers over the base of my feet.

"No!" I squealed as I kicked out, trying to get my ankles out of his grip. He laughed at my reaction as he continued to tickle me.

"Michael! If you love me, you'll stop!" I cried with laugher. He stopped and looked at me.

"I love you, so I stopped." He smiled. I returned it.

"How did I get so lucky?" I whispered.

"I always think the same thing." He shrugged.

"I love you." I spoke.