You were really insecure about your relationship with your boyfriend Noah.

He was the popular boy in college and you were the quiet girl that the most people didn’t even knew she existed.

One day you were in bed with Noah. He was laying between your thighs, his head on your lower stomach, while you caressed his hair.

“Noah… do you really love me?” You asked quietly.

“Do I… really love you?” He turned over to you “Love… I literally love everything about you.” He smiled at you before saying: “I love how your eyes light up when you see me, how you do your little dance after we get some ice cream, I love how you’re always trying to make other people happy even though you haven’t had your best day, I love how your personality is perfect, I love how you show me your love by being clingy, I love how you specifically learned a new language just so you could communicate with my family because I’m Swedish, I love how you always look at me like I am the only good thing in your life, I love how you’re so good with children, I love how you look so peaceful when you sleep, I love how you’re perfect without even trying to be perfect… and I love much much much more things about you.”

He looked at you with desirable eyes and the lovely smile he always had around you.

“Now go to sleep it’s already late {{user}}.”