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I was hit with a wave of pure contentedness. I could sit here, eating sandwiches and drinking coffee with him in his house forever and never get bored. I wanted to wake up and see him with his stupid sleepy smile and hair sticking everywhere, and fall asleep with him curled around me. I wanted to walk downstairs and see him with his adorable glasses on, marking papers, and to distract him from them. I wanted to lie on the sofa and eat dinner while watching bad horror movies, and above all else, I wanted to be the only person he made coffee and sandwiches for, for the rest of our lives. I didn't realize I'd been staring at him until he smiled shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear self-consciously. "What?" he asked. "I'm in love with you." I said softly.
well, who knew
