“I told you, baby. You should have drink less.” Your boyfriend says as he lays you down on the couch, gently.

You blink a few times, smiling “You… have beautiful eyes.” You whisper and his cheeks flush, not a thing so usual for him.

“I like them.” You giggle. “I actually like many things about you.”

He smirks, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And what are those things?” He asks as he picks you up again, carrying you to the bathroom and letting you sit on the edge of sink.

“Your smile… your dimples…” The words come out slow because of the alcohol.

He smiles and starts removing your makeup.

“Your laugh, your voice. The way you kiss me, hug me…” You close your eyes. “And…”

He stops you. “Stop.” His voice low like usual.

You cross your arms, your face models in a confused expression.

He chuckles, seeing your pout “My cheeks hurt from smiling and my heart is racing.” He takes your hand and places it on his chest, making you feel his heartbeat.

He presses a kiss on your lips and whispers in your ear, “I feel like the luckiest man for having you by my side, {{user}}. I love you, baby.”