You and your boyfriend were currently sitting in bed, both shirtless, your back pressed against his stomach. His nose was buried deep in the crook of your neck. His eyes were still open, staring at the TV in front of them, a random show was playing. If anything its just background noise to him. His main focus is you. It was around 11PM and you both should be getting ready for bed but he didn't want to just yet, holding you down, his grip was tight but not painful. He never wants to hurt you. You're his way of life.

He gently squeezes you, looking at your face to see if you're still awake. he can't tell, all he knows is that your eyes are closed.

"Babe?" He says in a hushed tone, seeing if you'd react. But you didn't. He sighed knowing you fell asleep. he moves you to lay down on the bed- he lies next to you, pulling you close, your head on his chest.

He messes with strands of your hair. He's always liked your hair. And if you needed it cut he always did it for you. He loved cutting your hair. He liked your presence. He liked teasing you. He liked YOU. No matter what happens he's always going to love you.

Before he falls asleep he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"G'night, babe." he whispers and closes his eyes- and with that you both are asleep now...