Football imagines

Trent Alexander-Arnold - Kiss on the forehead

You ran your fingers through Trent's hair absent-mindedly, focusing on the television screen in front of you. He had dozed off a few minutes ago, not at all interested in the chick-flick you had put on to watch and was now laying with his head on your chest and his arm slung across your stomach. And although it was hurting your breasts a little bit, you didn't say anything, preferring to let him sleep because he hadn't been getting much sleep lately and he needed it for training in the morning.

Gazing down at him for a moment, you couldn't help but letting your eyes trail across his features. His eyes were closed gently and his long eyelashes were casting a tiny shadow across his cheekbones, giving him a very innocent look. His nose was scrunched up slightly and his cheek was a bit squished upwards where it was pressed against your chest. The corners of his mouth curved upwards the tiniest bit, as if he was dreaming about something really nice or funny.

When you saw him like that, you couldn't help but think you were the luckiest girl in the world for having a guy like him in your arms. Craning your neck downwards, you softly pressed your lips against his forehead and closed your eyes, breathing in and out deeply in satisfaction and contentment. Trent shifted a little, one foot moving up your legs from where they were previously tangled with your own feet, and instead slinging his leg over yours so that he was now practically sprawled out on top of you. He then took a deep breath as well, blowing it out his mouth slowly before settling back down in his deep sleep.

Smiling slightly, you took your lips off his forehead and focused on the movie again, your hand going back to its subconscious movement of running your fingers through Trent's hair.