Once the glittering jewel of the Lemaine family, brimming with potential and burdened by expectation, Lysander now considers himself permanently estranged from the bulk of his family. The exception being his (too many greats to count) grandmother, a powerful and wickedly beautiful archfey, who provides Lys with his powers in exchange for chaos.
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Stamp It Group February 2023 Spring Fling Blog Hop
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Welcome to Stamp It Group Spring Fling Blog Hop. We are all using current Stampin’ Up! Products. I’m Linda Cullen from Massachusetts, USA and you are visiting my blog Crafty Stampin’. At the bottom of the blog post, you will find a list of all the participating blog hoppers so you can move along from blog to blog and see all the fantastic projects. Leave a comment on each blog…
heyyy!!! love your stuff!! i have spencer thing for you! okay hear me out, i so bad want to pepper spencer with kisses!!!! like just imagine covering his face with pecks, and his face goes red!!! and he starts stuttering!! him squeezing his eyes shut super tight and smiling !!!! KSJSOKSJDK I LOVE HIM SM!!!
🥺🥺🥺he’d be SO red!!!
“Spencer you’re being mean to me.” You whine to him as you try to grab his face for a third time.
His hands give yours a gentle redirection and a squeeze.
You’re both on your sofa, dinner baking in the oven and you’re trying to love on him but he won’t let you.
“No I’m not, you’re being a menace.” He laughs at your frown, but his happiness is a distraction and you wiggle your way into his lap and cup his smiling cheeks.
“I just love you so much.” Your lips shine with a pink gloss and Spencer realises too late what your plan is.
You stamp kisses all over his cheeks, nose and lips, giggling madly when you notice him going red.
“Y/n, I love you too,” he says breathlessly, your lips roving to his neck and chest. “Angel.” Spencer’s got a wide smile on his face when you tug the collar of his t-shirt to the side to expose more of his collarbones.
You actually feel his breath hitch at the same time his hands squeeze at your hips. “You’re,” he pauses, smiling when he feels you press another kiss against him. “You’re trouble.” He finally gets out and you laugh.
“You’re so handsome, Spence.” You pull away to admire how red he’s gone and how wide his smile is.
He tips his head off the back of the sofa, catching his breath as you just stare at him. Spencer wills the heat in his body away, very well away of his red he is by how hot he feels.
He doesn’t understand it, but he really is the most handsome man you’d ever met. Especially now that all over his face, neck and chest you can see the shimmering pink lipgloss.
“Thank you,” he sits up again, his hand resting on the back of your head. “Can I have a proper kiss now?”
You squeal and surge forward all to eager to kiss him some more. This kiss is less of a tease than the others have been, but by the time you pull away Spencer is red again.
“God I love you.” You whisper against his lips, eyes warm as you push your fingers into his hair.