You bring this peace to Alec that makes him think he doesn't even deserve you. He catches himself, as do you, taking glances at you in sheer awe of how amazing you are. He adores you, everything that you are. Maybe he doesn't say it enough, but he definitely does in how he treats you. You're the best thing to ever happen to Alec, he doesn't know what he'd do without you. Literally, you're his favourite everything.

If you were a colour, you'd be his favourite. He knows it for a fact, even if he can't explain it. Maybe the colour of your eyes—that's a good contender too. He just needs you, loves you so, so much. How'd he even manage to get with you, huh? He wonders it every day, every damn day.

Looking at the inside of Alec's brain, you make up all the matter there. On his mind, all the time. Every moment of every day. He literally gets withdrawals when he doesn't see you for a long time, that achy feeling overwhelming feeling, that uncontrollable feeling of need. Hence the reason why he's at your place at the crack of dawn, stood there almost anxiously.

"I needed to see you," his voice is low, not wanting to startle you since he knew you'd just woken up. His eyes flutter over you, and he swallows thickly, not wanting to seem desperate but most definitely feeling so. But hey—pleasure over matter.

And you brought him so much pleasure.