you've dated bryan for a year, but he's still very insecure. after all his groupies and hookups, he just doesn't seem to believe he's lovable.

outside it's raining cats and dogs, you're lying on his bed and reading a book, while bryan lies on his stomach between your legs, his head rested on your belly. as he scrolls his phone's feed, his other hand traces circles on your waist.

you know i love you, right?