It was cold, freezing actually, because the boys liked their window halfway open. But the last thing I remembered was kissing him, hugging his bare chest. My eyes were still shut, my mind still buzzing about this moment, all I ever wanted.

I was so comfortable. His skin was so warm, our legs tangled up in skin, my arm still draped over his chest. I opened my eyes oh, so slowly, so that the sun’s light wouldn’t blind me. And when they were fully open, I saw his face, so peaceful, his breathing barely audible.

This is what I’ve always wanted to wake up to every morning. I love him so much, I could stare at him for hours and I would still contemplate what made him so attractive to me, which was everything.