1001 Love Stories Darker

Roommates pt2

Is it cringy to say that I think my first boyfriend is my soulmate. He get all my jokes and we like the same movies. We're crazy compatible in bed and we have the same love language.

He's not shy about affection and it's all the reassurance I need without even having to ask.

I think he knows everything to say to make my heart beat faster but it's all with this air that he has no idea what he's doing.

He cooked the best dinner and loves my breakfast. He even switched his classes just so we could go to school together.

He doesn't care that people knows we're dating, I think he's proud of the fact. He holds my hand whenever we're together and kisses me in public.

He's an amazing kisser too, an even better lover though.

He keeps up with my crazy high libido, and can last as many rounds as I can, even if his rounds are shorter.

His hoodies are the perfect size that I can wear them and nothing else, and he's such nice eye candy.

I get to look at him as much as I want now and if he catches me his reactions are usually flirty or shy but both are nice.

He remembers all my favorite foods and snacks and he's even taken it upon himself to make sure I always have a full supply. He's a great baker and liked chocolate as much as I do.

He protective but not over protective, he gets jealous but it always shows itself as him placing himself above anyone he's jealous of. I think a guy looks nice in a shirt, he'll buy the same shirt to prove it looks better on him. A random person gave me a candy bar, you can bet I'll have a king size waiting for me.

His Lock Screen is a photo of me and my contact is 'Mine' in his phone.

He asks me every morning if I slept well but the answer never changes because ever night we sleep together.

I love him, and when I tell him he'll always try to one up me and we end up going back and forth until I say infinity and then he'll just add one. So he'll always love me more.

I really love him and next week is our first anniversary.

I want to give him the world but what I need to be more realistic.

So I find myself trying to find him something that he'll love but nothing really says, I love you so much that the thought of leaving you makes me want to die.

We stood in the bathroom brushing our teeth and I can't help but notice how long his hair has gotten.

The back of his hair now reached his upper back and his bangs had grown out to past his nose.

"Are you ever gonna get a haircut?" I ask and he spits before looking at himself in the mirror.

"Why?" I ask and he bends down so his face inches from mine.

"Because I want to look the way you like me best. I just assumed since my hair was pretty long in highschool, and you hadn't said anything, that you liked my hair long?" He says and I blush.

"I like you, the hair doesn't matter." I tell him but the truth is, I don't think there's anything he can do to his hair that I won't find sexy.

I imagine him with short hair or long hair or a mullet or Mohawk and I still just want to put my mouth on him.

"Does it not matter or can you just not decide what you'd like most." He teases and I only hug him.

"Jas, you're so perfect it's annoying." I say and he chuckles.