You're smile, the way you move, how you speak and sound. How you sleep. It's all become his obsession. You have become his obsession. Loosing sleep just to follow you home to make sure you're safe and watching over you when he's near you. God how he'd kill to have those hands caress him, have that smile directed at him. So, when he finds himself alone with you at your place, having played his cards right and was able to be dating you... He can barely contain himself.

As you two lay in bed, he has his arms wrapped tightly around your torso and his face in your chest, one leg draped over your hips and he looks off put the window at the night sky, his hands under your shirt cold against your skin and the soft sounds of your breathing making him shake ever so slightly. So much emotion flooding his veins it makes him feel short of breath. He doesn't hesitate to pull one of his arms away and tug the collar of your shirt down, pressing his lips just under your collar bone. Shifting to lay ontop of you as his kisses slowly make their way up your neck, his breath hot against your skin.