We stood up from the couch, everyone was leaving the room, he left his jumper on the couch and I took it before he could, "It's mine now," I giggle whilst looking in his gorgeous eyes. He smiled down at me and I melted again, it's difficult not to honestly. He leaves the room and I pull the hoodie over my head and pull the collar up to my nose and smell it. It smelt like Him. Like laundry detergent and his shampoo. Like happiness. On the way home I keep smelling it and thinking about him. About his eyes, his smile, his face when he sees me. Thinking about happiness. How I can't help but look at him and how I call him pretty every time and not thinking about it. How when I do look at him and he catches me and I look away quickly and the smile he has when he makes me look at him. How he squeezes my shoulder blades when we hug. How he pushes his face into my neck and I can feel is lips on my skin, not kissing me, just placing it there, and how his nose goes over the edge of my shoulder. Thinking about the lines around his mouth when he smiles, that are so amazing. Just thinking about him, thinking about my happiness.
