𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 - 𝐤. 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧

"Your hair..." you said, mesmerized, as the two of you lay together in the warm sheets of his bed.

He chuckled, "What about it?" Every time you two got together like this, he always looked so perfect in the morning light. That tanned skin, those amber eyes that burned with such passion, the scent of liquor that lingered on his soft lips from the night before.

"I've always wanted to tell you how perfect it is," you said, "...I love it."

He hummed lightly, melting into your touch on his light curls, "I love you..-"

"...I've always wanted to tell you that."