I let out a sleepy yawn, rubbing my eye as I walk downstairs towards the kitchen. You weren’t in bed, so i figured you were in the bathroom, taking a nightly pee. And since I was already woken up, I decided to go down to the kitchen to get some water. I had that cold the other week, and my throat is still kinda sore and itchy. And at night it gets immensely dry and it’s just so—

I stop at the doorway to the kitchen. You’re not in the bathroom. No. You’re standing at the stove, the only light coming from the spotlight from the fan above it. I furrow my brows in slight confusion.

“Babe?” I let my voice break the silence, causing you to turn around, a bit surprised. You probably didn’t hear me. And that’s when I spot the ripped-open package of noodles beside you on the counter. “Love, it’s 1 am. Are you making noodles?” I ask, my voice filled with confusion.

You just shrug it off, muttering that you were hungry, and turn back to the stove. I can’t help but chuckle. There’s always something going on with you around.

I walk up to you, wrapping my arms around your waist, letting my chin rest on your shoulder. It’s so peaceful. I wouldn’t imagine us being up at 1 am, standing in the kitchen making noodles, when almost everyone else is asleep. It’s moments like this that I live for.

My lips settles on your delicate skin, just below your jaw. I can feel your pulse beneath my lips, my stomach fluttering. It’s silly, but there’s just something I love with feeling your heart beating, reminding that you’re actually real. Actually, truthfully, only mine. “Want you back in bed though” I whisper against your skin, letting out an exhale through my nose, making your skin prickle.