Gaz couldn't stop smiling. His dimples were deep, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he basked in your affection. You were perched on his lap, hands gently cradling his face as you pressed soft, loving kisses all over—his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his jaw.

"You're too good to me," he murmured, his voice warm and full of love.

You giggled, brushing your nose against his. "You deserve it, silly."

He let out a breathless chuckle, arms tightening around your waist, keeping you close. "If this is what I get for existing, then I must’ve done something really right."

You kissed the tip of his nose, and he practically melted, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a content sigh. "You’re everything to me, y’know that?" he whispered.

Your heart swelled. You ran your fingers through his short curls, pressing another kiss to his temple. "And you're everything to me, Gaz."

He grinned against your skin, completely smitten.