Awsten's pov:
"Hey," I said, my voice still heavy with sleep.
"Hi," Otto responded quietly, looking at me with a gentle stare.
"What're you doing?" I laughed softly.
"Just looking at you," he replied, absentmindedly running his hands through my hair, gently twirling strands around his fingers.
I smiled at him, resting my head against his chest.
"This is nice," I told him.
He nodded in agreement, leaning over to kiss my forehead.
"My yellow." I said, quiet enough that I began to wonder if he'd even heard me.
It didn't matter though, because I knew that he already knew it.
He was the high-school crush that I'd always wanted but thought I'd never have. It didn't matter if he was quite a few years too late, he was everything I ever could've wanted, and I truly did love him.
With all of my heart.
