𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 | 𝐔.𝐊

jamie tartt is just a big softie. although he might disagree, it’s hard to when he’s buried in your arms like his life depends on it.

the morning sun shines across your bedsheets, and highlights his ~blonde~ walnut mist hair, almost like a glowing halo framing his perfect face.

he begins to stir slightly, his arms tightening around your waist. the normally stoic footballer lets out an intelligible mumble against the warm skin of your bare chest, the vibrations echoing through your skin.