You laid on Eddie’s bed— the sheets pushed to the very end despite it being the winter. Neither of you minded, though. Holding each other and playing around for hours was enough to keep the both of you warm.

His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, his hand brushing through the strands of your hair— his other hand tracing gentle patterns on your sides.

Your hand resided over his heart— feeling the same way it beat just for you and you alone.

He looked down at you with this soft smile on his face. His gaze soft and warm as he took in the features of your face— the curve of your nose, the crinkle of your eyes as you smiled at him. Everything about you was so beautiful. So unbelievably perfect.

“You’re pretty.”

He whispered.