I let out a small groan, tightening my grip on your waist as I press my chest against your back. You feel so warm against me, it only makes me crave your warmth even more. I never want to let go of you, I just wish I never let go the first time. I bury my face into your neck, smiling at the thought that your body practically fits perfectly in my arms. Despite it all, I would be a liar if I were to say I hadn’t missed the feeling of holding you in my arms and cuddling in the early mornings. It was cold, really fucking cold in my room. Yet, I couldn’t help but bite back at smirk at the thought that I purposefully turned off the heater so you would be forced to cuddle with me. I’m sure if you found out then you would beat the shit out of me, but right now you didn’t know, and right now the moment felt perfect.

”Mhm…I still love you.”

I let out a soft moan of contentment as I spoon your body, bathing in the feeling of holding you in my arms. I would have never said that if I knew you would hear it, but you seemed fast asleep so I was certain you wouldn’t hear my confession. Deep down I probably should feel guilty or panicked for hooking up with you after being broken up for seven months, but truth be told I didn’t give a shit. I was just happy you were back in my arms after it all. Truth be told, I probably would have gone out on another killing spree if you weren’t there to distract me.