TW: LIGHT CURSING AND KISSING AT THE END
Holidays with Bf/n could beat anything; he's so loving and romantic. You both could use a break from all the stress of your upcoming gcse's as school was really putting pressure the year group, and Bf/n didn't cope with stress well at all.
You had a nice apartment actually. It had a small double bed with an ensuite bathroom and an average size balcony.
Bf/n was in the shower, and you had just gotten off of a video call with your family. You'd been away for almost a week now and your parents weren't used to you going on holiday without them. You were stood on the balcony, looking out at the sunset. You heard the shower squeak as it turned off, followed by Bf/n's voice.
"Y/n! Can you pass me a towel?"
You laughed. "You brought in your clothes, your hair stuff, skincare, but no towel!?"
"I'm stupid okay"
After you grabbed one for him, he spent another 10 minutes in the bathroom before he made an appearance.
"You took your time" You didn't look back at him and just kept staring into the horizon.
"Hey, this is a special occasion. It's a five star restaurant we're going to y'know"
"I know"
You felt him behind you. You turned around to see his concentrated face staring at the sky, mimicking you. You slapped his arm playfully and leaned your back against the rails on the balcony.
He came slightly closer to you and looked into your eyes, struggling to hide his smile.
"What do you like about me?"
Stupid fucking question. "What do you mean?"
"It's a genuine question."
You didn't know what to say. What did you not like about him.
"Well. Your eyes, your hair, your smile, your humour, your fashion sense, your personality... that's just a few" You smiled back at him.
"Really?"
"Mhm. And I get butterfly's and shivers everywhere when you touch me and kiss me"
You knew he knew what specifically caused this. He stared into your eyes as he put both hands either side of the bend in your waist.
"Hmmm" You felt butterfly's running through you and shivers dominated your body. You were so deeply in love.
He put his forehead against yours and tilted his head to one side. You looked down at his lips as they pressed against yours slowly. Butterflies ripped out your intestines as he kissed you oh so slow. Your hands went up to his hair and the sides of his face. His hair felt silky and soft, freshly washed and dried. You wanted this to last forever.
