You and Ethan were lying on your bed, him sprawled out, your head lying on his stomach. You were looking at him as he played on his phone with one hand, his other hand caressing your hair.

He always liked your hair; soft, but messy. It was perfect to him. You were perfect to him.

Neither you or Ethan said anything right now. You just stared at his face as he looked up at his phone. He was so beautiful. His face perfectly chiseled, his hair curly and soft. Just beautiful.