I wrap my arms around Habit as we lie in bed. He smiles lazily at me and gently brushes my hair with his calloused hand. He takes mine in the other. His green eyes seem to glow a little bit as he stares into my own.
"You are so beautiful," he says in a husky voice.
"I doubt that," I say softly. "I'm not beautiful."
"Don't talk like that," he says, then presses his forehead against mine. "I love you, y/n."
"I - I love you too."
He kisses me on the lips, warm and passionate, and pulls me closer to him. He grins as he gets his shirt off and I see the scars from various fights. He looks at them, seemingly surprised to see the old wounds. I remember Evan not having any.
"It's going to be okay," I say, tracing the one by his stomach. "I'm always going to be here. For both of you."
He smiles. "I'm glad."
Then he takes my shirt off, running his hands along my bra and playing with my hair. He moves on top of me and I let him climb inside my body.
