“Careful baby, if you keep making a sour face it’s going to stay like that” I taunted as I walked over to where you were standing alone, before wrapping my arms around your hips and pulling you towards me. Your chest centimeters away from touching mine. Earning a glare that I very much deserved. We were currently out at this dingy dive bar with the rest of the band and a few guys from the crew. We’d already been here for 2 hours and you had been standing against the bar the entire time, looking around like you wanted to set the place on fire. You weren’t the most social, not because you were shy or anything, you just weren’t the most…friendly? Welcoming? I dont fucking know. All I know is that my girl could glare, and I loved when you did. Especially at me, when your big eyes locked onto mine and I could see your long lashes. What I loved even more though, was when we were alone and my girl came out. The side of you that nobody besides me knows. The clingy koala who’s always all over me, pouting if I don’t give you enough kisses.

I was the complete opposite. My social level was always high, fluttering around and talking to people I never met like I'd known them since primary school. Like a hyper golden retriever who had just been thrown a bone. I was rarely caught in a bad mood, and if I was, it was often because someone said something about you. There was one time when we were out, I had gone to wee, and when I came back I saw a random guy talking to you. I’m not the jealous type (kinda), I knew you’d do all the work and send him on his way with his tail between his legs. He was chatting you up, and you made one of your classic comments, and in return he called you some not very nice words. I immediately went over there, and I went home with an assault charge on my record. We’d only been together for a rough 7-8 months, but I already knew there wouldn’t be anybody else. You were it for me. Despite our many differences.

“You’re the most insufferable person I know” You grumbled in response to me, but I felt you lean into my touch. I knew the effect I had on you. Most people find you intimidating to say the least, but I look at you once, and all your walls come crashing down. I know just the right buttons to press, just the right places to kiss, and the right words to say when I want something. I’ve also learned that you can’t resist my eyes so that’s a plus. “I love you too, darling” I replied while flashing my classic grin, dimples and all, and pressing a kiss atop your head. The smell of your shampoo flooded my senses, resulting in me trying to nuzzle into the crook of your neck as much as I can.