You and Noah have been dating for three years. He’s an amazing guitar player and he often plays for you on nights where you can’t fall asleep.

You’re studying in your bed, wearing his glasses. He’s playing the song he wrote for you to tell you how he felt. You smile at him as he plays.

“What are you grinning at, love?” You blush. Having been caught.

“You, of course.” You crawl towards him and kiss him gently, pulling him closer by the neckline of his shirt. He moaned softly into the kiss and put his guitar down. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured against your lips. He then pushed you on your back as you laughed. He looked at you with that boyish lopsided grin.