boyfriend, trent alexander-arnold

❪ ♡ ❫ ━ pretty dimples.

「 PRETTY DIMPLES! 」

summary: trent has such cute
dimples you cant help yourself
but poke them

disclaimers: cutesy relationship!

word count: 0.3k

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                     You would assume that you would be busy on a Friday, but that has proven wrong when you had no plans but to stay in with your boyfriend.

It was a quiet day for you too. Slow, and oddly domestic as your boyfriend sat across from you on the couch, a controller in hand with his sheer focus on the game playing, you can't help but admire him.

The feeling of papers on the tips on your fingers should've really brought you back to reading. It really should have. But instead, you were focusing on Trent.

His dimples, specifically.

He's pretty, that part was obvious. He's a pretty boy. Sometimes you think he's prettier than you. (He is.)

But those dimples.

Just takes it to a whole new level.

With your book long forgotten, you slowly moved to sit next to Trent. thighs brushing as your hand softly caresses him.

"You alright, love?"

You quietly hummed out a response, his voice filled your heart with warmth and sent your pulse into overdrive.

He turned to look at you on his side, doe eyes looking at each other full of adoration. He sent you a warm smile that enhanced the slopes of his dimples and you felt lightheaded staring at him.

You didn't even think about doing it but the next thing you know, your finger was poking one of Trent's dimples.

Trent's eyes widened a little, confused at your sudden behaviour, "What you doin'?"

You ignored his question, "Your dimples are so cute." you sighed dreamily, "I love them so much."

Trent could feel his cheeks heat up at your words. The way you spoke with such sincerity and fondness made his heart rate pick up.

Cause there's no way this gorgeous person in front of him just said that.

"Thank you, baby." he coughed out, flustered. turning back to his game, trying to stop himself from forming the biggest grin on his lips. "Yer cute as well."

You softly laughed at his reaction, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, "My pretty boy." you cuddled to his side, softly wrapping your arms around his. Letting his perfume invade your senses.

Trent kisses the top of your head as a comfortable silence blanket over the both of you.

It's always like this with Trent, easy, slow, comfy, homey. He feels like home, and you love it.

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🪻hana's notes: i wanna poke his dimples. 😞