Tom loved you to pieces. I mean, he was your boyfriend. Of course he loves you.

He loved everything about you. From your eyes to your legs, your smile. Everything.

But he specifically loved the way you smelt. It was unique to you and it always drew him in.

You were on Tom’s bed, cuddling. He was on top of you, his face buried into your neck as he rested comfortably.

“Mmh- you smell good schatzi..” He mumbled softly, gently kissing your neck. He cuddled you tightly, almost like a puppy would.