Yesterday, after school, you went over to your boyfriend’s house for a sleepover. You spent the night hanging out, talking about random things, and eventually fell asleep tangled up on his bed. The next morning, the sunlight started creeping through the windows, and he woke up before you, noticing that you were still asleep with your head on his arm. He wasn’t the overly affectionate type, but you could feel how much he cared in his own way.

Without making a big deal out of it, he lightly brushed a strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He didn’t linger too long, though, just glanced at you for a second before grabbing his phone and scrolling through his social media feed. Staring wasn’t his thing. He still let you lie on his arm, though, not bothering to move you, even though you probably knew he had pins and needles.

Eventually, you stirred awake, blinking a few times to get used to the light.

“Morning, sleepyhead. Took you long enough,” he muttered without looking up from his phone, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “I swear, you could sleep through an earthquake.”

He wasn’t the type to gush over you waking up, but that casual comment showed he’d been waiting for you. His way of caring was subtle, hidden behind sarcasm and dry humor, but you always felt it.