The last time you both fucked you knew he loved you. He didn’t say it, but he showed it.
The way he kissed your lips had you overthinking the action. It wasn’t that he didn’t kiss you before, but this time it was different, it had more meaning, it was gentle, unfamiliar, it lingered on your lips, leaving you eager for more.
You noticed his breathing became more shorter after the action, the man before you more flustered than before.
He caressed your temple with his fingers so gently, watching over you with endearing eyes. His eyes telling you everything you needed to know in that moment.
Then when you rode him you couldn’t help but pay attention to the smallest details. Like how he placed his hand on the lower of your back, holding you so close to him. How your name sounded coming from his lips, he said it with so much meaning so much want and need that it had you spiralling.
When you both came together, bodies united, you could hear his heartbeat increase as he held you in his arms. He held you so tight yet so gentle, scared to let you go, but not wanting to hurt you.
And as soon as those three words escaped his lips as he thought you fell asleep, you smiled to yourself knowing you was right all along.
