The other night, my boyfriend and I holed up in his bedroom, gave each other back rubs, and listened to sappy songs for hours. It was so perfect. I was wearing a pair of boyshort undies and my favorite hoodie of his, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that comfortable and at ease. I felt like I was vulnerable and care-free, and I can’t say enough how perfect such a simple night was. I had nothing to prove to him, we didn’t feel like we needed to find something to do and we were just happy to be laying in bed tangled up and talking. I adore that boy.

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