One shots.

His Left Right Hand and My Left Hand

I lay in bed, the black blankets covering my boyfriend and I. Under the black satin sheets, his right hand and my left were intertwined together. I could feel his soft breathing against my head as I rested my head on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat, the calming thump relaxing me. I sighed contently as I looked up at the man I loved. His soft snores made me smile, how every so often he would squeeze my hand and I'd know he's still here. Although, the squeezing could just be his muscles tensing again. It still reminded me that he was still with me, still breathing, his heart still making that relaxing thump noise. I softly kissed under his chin, his stubble scratching my lips. I loved it though. He always looked amazing with a stubble. I absolutely adored him. How is smiled and when he laughed made his eyes sparkle and the corners of his eyes crinkle. His laugh always made me laugh. His voice. That smooth, sexy accent that I loved and how it was always deeper in the morning. The way his black hair fell into his eyes when he slept. I smiled softly as I reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his closed eyes. I smiled as I though of his eyes, that light grey colour with small hints of pink that I could easily get lost in. His perfect face, sculpted by gods. His strong jawline and muscular frame always made me think of...a celebrity of some kind. I loved watching him workout, the way his muscles tightened when he lifted a weight or the way his black hair stuck to his forehead when he was sweating. Always remind me of..my boyfriend when he worked out. I smiled, resting my head against his chest again. I tightened my grip on his hand slightly as I closed my eyes and thought of him. When was I ever not thinking of him? He's the definition of sexy. I nuzzled my face into his chest, breathing in his scent. Scotch. His favourite. Every morning he asks me to get him a glass which, obviously, I do because secretly, I take a drink before going back upstairs with the drink. I smiled at the thought. I listened to his breath, then mine. It was raged and broken. The burning in my throat getting worse then better every time I took a breath. I put my hand against my chest, my heart thumping against my chest. It was a steady beat. As always. I rested my head on his chest again, my head pounding as it started to hurt. I took deep breaths, some shaky. I do this to help me calm down a lot. I look up at the sleeping form beside me, softly kissing under his chin. His lips twitch into a smile before his face relaxes and he's sleeping peacefully again. I move as close to him as possible so I don't get cold, although, I'm always cold. I mean, I am only wearing boxers and one of his sweaters. We both love big sweaters, that's why I wear it, not only that, but his scent is all over it, screaming his name every time I wear it. I close my eyes, having another go at sleeping tonight. I fall asleep after what seems like hours. His right hand and my left hand intertwined under the black satin sheets.

Hiiiiiii. Ok so, I know this is short, but it's all I could think of for this story. So that's that. Alsooo, 2k reads?! I can't believe that. This is just amazing. I want to thank you so much and I'll try to get a longer part next time. Soooo, thank you so much. Byeee ✌🏻😁✌🏻

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