Twelve and you met quite a while ago and it was clear he was in love the first day of meeting you. The way you spoke, looked, acted. The way you treated him, personality; everything. He was a hopeless romantic, and only for you. You are his soulmate, as he says.

With that also came a lot of affection. He always loved holding your hand and even just playing with your fingers. And that didn’t change throughout the night, nor during the morning.

Last night, the two of you wanted to sleep in the same bed, which you had done before. You two slept peacefully throughout the night, until the alarm rang. As you got up to get ready for the day, Twelve groaned and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back to the bed. He nuzzled his nose into your neck and spoke groggily.

“Five more minutes.”