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I do not know where I got these pictures, they're in my gallery at a time.

Luke would walk into the room, your name falling halfway from his lips before he realizes you've fallen asleep on top of the covers of your bed. Your textbooks are scattered in a mess around you, proof of a long day spent studying for your latest test. He stops with one foot into the room, resting casually against the doorframe as he just admires how peaceful you look in your sleep– long hair sprawled out in all directions on the pillow, your eyelashes looking impressively long as they brush against your rounded cheeks. He notices you're wearing one of his flannels over whatever band tee you've chosen that morning, and he can't help but smile. He adores the fact that having a piece of his clothing wrapped around you brings you even a small sense of security. And he's grateful everyday for having you in his life. He's grateful that the fates somehow led him to you, and unbelievably thankful that you let him into your heart. Coming further into the bedroom, he climbs carefully onto the bed, nestling into the space left behind your back on the mattress. Sneaking an arm around your waist he positions himself as close to you as he can possibly get. His fingers trace the lines of your tanned skin, loving the feel of electricity that always courses through his veins whenever he gets to be this close to you. Closing his eyes for a moment, he rests his nose lightly against the top of your head, breathing in deep and savoring the sweet and comforting scent of your shampoo. His lips find the space below your hairline, and just above your temple as he places soft kisses there, murmuring "i love you" over and over again just hoping it sinks into your dreams. Because in that moment, he's holding his dream in his very arms.