The rain hit the window in a soft, patterned thud as the clouds rolled over the dark night.
The light of his cigarette was the only light besides the lamppost outside, and you stared, like in a daze, at the bright end as it flickered and diminished in heat. He promised you that he would quit, because you weren't fond of it, and he has been trying to cut back. You don't give him lip for it, because you see him trying and that's enough. Sitting back, you watch him as he looks out the window and think of how beautiful he is when he lets himself be vulnerable. His blonde hair is swept up in puffs from when you spent hours running your fingers through it.
The smoke escaped his rough lips with ease, and you knew the tips of his fingers would reek of nicotine but you still enjoyed when they would carefully caress your face when the he was finished smoking.
"I love you," is whispered so softy, you almost miss it with the rain picking up.
"Say it back, please," He begs, pulling you to lay against him on your small bed, the material of his sweatpants warming your naked legs. You loved how he was holding you, large hands easily taking up space on your back where they raised up and down slowly.
He was shy, hiding his face against your messy hair, although he told you he loved it like that, wild and everywhere. His hot breath tickles your temples, where his lips softy leave small kisses there.
"I love you so much," because you do, you love him so, so much and you don't want him to think for a second it's not true.
"I've missed you my whole life," He confesses, and the words tug at your heart strings. You hold him tighter, closer.
"I'm right here, I'm not leaving you," You promise, closing your eyes and inhaling the sweetness that oozed from his scarred skin.
"I know, I'm just glad I didn't give up on finding you," He continues, and there's a waiver in his voice, like he wants to cry but his adam's apple bobs as he swallows back his emotions.
"I'm glad you didn't, you saved me," You confess, and it leaves him holding you tighter.
Finally, he dips his head lower so that you can kiss him. His mouth taste like nicotine and he apologizes for it, but you don't mind.
You just keep kissing him, as the rain continues to fall.
