Your boyfriend, Tyler, was apart of a band. A small band, with a few of his friends. Even though it was small, you always supported him, knowing it was his dream to become apart of an actual band someday.

Despite it being late at night, it was hot out, extremely humid. Though, the stars, and the moon, shined brighter than ever, making a pretty, soft, yet bright hue come in through the window.

Tyler sat on the edge of his bed, holding his electric guitar in his hands. His calloused fingertips lightly strummed against the strings, as he practiced one of the songs for his band.

You sat beside him, watching him, with your head lightly rested against his head. You watched the steady movement of his fingers, almost mesmerized by them.

He was good at what he did, that’s for sure.

After ending the song, he stopped, and sighed, before glancing over towards you, taking notice of you staring so intently at him, and the way he played. He smirked.

“What? You’re starin’ at me like I just hung the stars up in the sky or somethin’..”

He said, his voice a bit raspy from not talking for a while, though, it sounded attractive like that nonetheless. Slowly, he leaned in, and pressed a soft kiss against your cheek, your nose, and then your forehead.