Sunlight peaks through the white curtains, the windows wide open causing a slight breeze to flow through the room. I turn my head to see your back facing me, your hair spread on the white pillow and the soft snores escaping you through your sleep.

I turn to my side and hesitantly place my hand on your waist so you wouldn’t wake up. I gently run my hand over the side of your body, like I’m trying to memorise your shape. I’m completely whipped for you, the way your eyes light up a little when you talk about things you’re passionate about, your adorable personality and just you overall. I can’t get enough of you.

The only problem is that I have to leave the country for tour yet again and you only see me as a fling. Or atleast I think so anyway.. I don’t want to ask you out officially because I’m afraid of ruining everything we have right now but I’ll have to gain the confidence for the last day.

You begin to stir and I immediately move my hand from your body, I was always a little afraid to touch you because I would never know how you’d react. I never thought I’d end up feeling this way, but ever since the night we got drunk in a club and decided to sit on the curb outside of it in a comfortable silence, something shifted.

I silently watch as you sit up, the covers falling off the top half of your body and my eyes trail down to see that you were wearing my shirt. I could feel myself flushing red so I moved my gaze to the duvet instead. “Morning, you sleep okay?” I ask you, trying to keep my mind off the fact you wore my shirt to sleep without asking.