With finally getting you alone, he felt as if he could finally show affection towards you without being judged.

Soft, slow kisses against your lips would be guided by his own. They weren’t a wanting one, but appreciative and loving. He just loved the way you sighed and touched him so tenderly.

A warm palm would cup your face, blonde lashes fluttering against his slightly flushed cheeks while he kept his blue eyes closed.

His movements were fluid, not stuttering or hesitating as he made out slowly with you.

“{{user}},” he gently uttered, pulling away, taking in a breath that he had much needed after having his kiss swollen lips against your own with a bashful smile.

“I’m happy I met you,” he stated, looking deeply into your eyes with a look that could only be called adoration.

“I love you,” he finally said, letting his blue eyes soften. It was the first time he had said such a thing to you. This man was whipped.

He swallowed softly, breathing through his nose even though he had still had his lips parted, waiting for your response towards his confession even though it was quite obvious.