He was so sympathetic of where his fingers lingered on my silky skin. He traced figure 8's on my hips and I snuggled up into his chest.
"I love you" his raspy deep voice whispered. I slightly smile as my eyes start to flutter shut. I could hear the sound of his heart beating. Boom boom boom. Second after second.
My head would raise along with his chest as he took quite breaths. I slowly look up and admire him. His pale white skin, his dark brown eyes, his grey/white dyed hair styled up in a quiff, the little scruff, his messy but tamed eyebrows.
I look down to his arm that wrapped around my waist, admiring his tattoos. I steadily adjust my body so I'm in reach of his arm. I run my small fingers up and down his forearm.
His tattoos rest under my fingertips. "This is my favourite" I circle the rose tattoo he has at the top of his wrist. "Yeah?" He quietly chuckles.
I struggle to lift his arm, then kiss his hand. "I love you too"
