You were laying on the grass with pillows and a blanket on the both while he was smoking a cigarette. You were looking at the stars but really you could feel his eyes digging into you. He could listen to you talking about stuff he would forget an hour later just to hear your sweet voice. He stared at you, you're curves, taking you all in as you were yapping on about how beautiful the sky was at night and all of that.

It was small moments like this that made you think how good you actually have it. Having the most perfect boyfriend in the world while cuddling and he listened to you talking on and on about whatever was going on in your life.

He gently pushed hair behind your ear as he admired your features, a slight smirk displaying on his face. You mentioned how pretty the stars looked painting the otherwise boring dark sky a more bright color.

"Not as pretty as you" He took a puff of his cigarette with a smirk knowing how cheesy that sounded.