where: somewhere nice and safe and cosy
who: Noah and Rosie ( @rosecoloredmaddox )
Noah’s love language was gift-giving.
Now, one might think it was physical touch - which was true, to a certain degree. He did love receiving physical affection. However, what he found even better than that was the rush of endorphins he got from giving his loved ones something thoughtful and watching their faces light up.
There was no better feeling in the world.
He’d been working on Rosie’s gift for a while now - almost as long as he’d known her, which had only been a year at most (not even). After they’d met, they’d clicked immediately - in an easy, familial sense. Like she was an older sister he’d never had. He felt like he’d known her his whole life somehow.
Which was why he’d made her something special.
He threw himself onto the couch next to her (probably startling her unnecessarily) and gave her a grin. He was hiding something behind his back.
“So,” he started, slowly, “I want to give you something.”