You come up behind your boyfriend in the morning, arms wrapping around his waist from behind, sweet kisses being placed from his neck down to his shoulder while he brushes his teeth. He smiles, watching you in the mirror in awe.

“God, I love you,” he says dreamily, the words muffled around the toothbrush. But as soon as he realizes what he said, he freezes, two wide pairs of eyes meeting in the mirror and the loving kisses from you pausing. He knew he loved you, but he hadn’t meant to tell you this way. But maybe that’s what makes it special. Maybe that’s what makes it real, how the words so effortlessly spilled from his lips.

But still, he can’t help but fear your reaction. You’re still staring at each other in the mirror, suddenly lost for words. He waits for you to speak, heat creeping up his neck. Maybe it was too soon, anyway. Maybe you didn’t feel the same way yet. He really hopes you do. He’s praying in his head that you’re on the same page. “Honey?” he whispers.