💌10:29pm. jeno puts the car in park and turns to look at you. it’s dark outside but the warm, golden glow of a nearby street light creeps through the car windows just enough for you to spot a small smile forming on jeno’s face. sitting criss-cross applesauce, like a little kid, you go to pull the hood of jeno’s hoodie that you were wearing onto your head in an attempt to try to hide from his strong gaze. the sound of the quiet radio is interrupted by your giggles as jeno struggles to pull the hood back down and bring your face closer to his. his fingers fiddle with the strings on the hoodie before his hand starts to make its way past your neck and into your hair. you both inch closer together until the tips of your noses touch, and you close your eyes and smile as you take a deep breath and breathe in the scent of jeno’s cologne. as soon as you let out your breath, jeno’s lips meet yours. you can feel the butterflies in your stomach come to life as he continues to kiss you and play with your hair. even though you have kissed jeno a million times, every single kiss still feels magical. when he pulls away, you look up at him with stars in your eyes. god, he is so in love with you, and you know it.
