The room had a comforting silence, the lace curtains drawn to hide the navy blue skies and the stars that hang idly. The only light source in the bedroom of yours and Taylor’s shared room was the scone that hung overhead of your double bed.

You and Taylor lay in bed, each of you settling down for bed. Taylor was under the crocheted blanket her mother had kindly handmade for her and you lay on your side as you immerse yourself in the book you are reading, ‘A Court Of Thorns And Roses’ rests neatly in your manicured fingers, Taylor was muttering gentle words to the purring cat, Benjamin. His big blue eyes staring up at Taylor as his Ragdoll tail.

Taylor turns over, facing you, her hand lazily strokes the cat, her blue eyes scanning you. Her heart swelling as she watches you concentrate, watching your every subconscious move, the blinks, the small wiggle of your lightly freckled nose.

Your hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail and your pyjamas sit nicely on your figure, you look up from your book seeing your girlfriend watching you, causing you to smile. You knew she wanted affection, and who were you to deny her of that?

You gently put your book down and Taylor takes that as an invite. She pushes the blanket off her sitting on your lap. she hums in comfort, sniffling to you, her pyjamas shorts leave her bare legs straddling you, her tank top sitting perfectly leaving her chest perfectly on show.

She looks into your eyes, taking in the gorgeous different shades before peppering you in kisses. People say that home is four walls and a roof. But this? Taylor. She was home to you. Her scent. Her smile, it was security. Love.

“I love you {{user}}” she whispers as she pulls back from your skin running a hand through your hair with a tenderness.

The soft music on Taylor’s phone plays in the background, ‘Sparks’ by Coldplay only making the moment more special.