His arms enveloped your figure, slowly dragging you next to him. His legs wrapped around yours creating a tangled mess that wouldn’t allow you to escape even though you weren’t planning on it. His large hand reaches up to your scalp, dragging his fingertips all the way down to your lower back. He counts your eyelashes, your moles, all the little imperfections that causes him to plummet more into a deeper love. He wraps his arms around your waist, rubbing small circles into your warm skin contrasting with his cold, rough hands. He liters your face with millions of pecks everywhere, he can’t get enough of your unique and individual beauty.
“I’m so in love with you that it physically hurts to be away from you”, Johnny hums and bends his head down to nuzzle against your neck. Your slow breathing pulls him back to a deep sleep, nothing was better than being in his arms.