falling asleep with luke would be so perfect. you’d crawl in next to him, both of you too drained from the day to exchange many words, but the comfort of him opening his arm to you is enough, settling in against his warm skin. he’d press his lips to your forehead, lingering for a few seconds as he rubs your arm soothingly, and your hand would wander slowly over his tummy and up his chest, eventually dancing over his collarbones before you’d play connect-the-dots with the freckles scattered across his shoulders. he’d hum lowly in response, enjoying the feeling of having you so close, so a part of him. sighing contently in return, you’d tilt your head up, planting a kiss to his scruffy jaw, before nestling your head perfectly in the crook of his neck and tangling your legs with his. no ‘good nights’ or ‘i love yous’ would be exchanged. not verbally, anyway. every part of your nightly ritual would say it all. every touch, every kiss, every breath would say i love you as you and luke drift off to sleep