"Hey what are you thinking?"
She turned her back on him, hugging a pillow in her arms, and murmured against it. "Nothing."
He laughed a little. "That wasn't a nothing," he whispered back. He trailed his finger along with her spine and watched her back jerk a little when the tip of his finger ran along with the places where she was more sensitive. He loved the fact that her spine has specific bone–that was more ticklish than the other.
"You know that you can tell what you're acting." He kissed the back of her neck and slowly descend to her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her. "What is it, darling?"
"Do you call her darling?" She asked full of insecurities and guilt.
"No," he replied curtly and without a pause. "I don't call her darling," he pressed his lips on her earlobe, darting his tongue along with its shape. "You're my one and only darling," he whispered, tugging the sensitive part of her lobe.