You didn’t expect the first time Luke told you he loved you. Being the cheesy romantic he was you figured he’d set something up and tell you over a candlelit. You never expected him to tell you while you were in the middle of the supermarket at 3 am looking for your favorite ice cream flavor.
The store was pretty much empty aside from the employees working at the register. Luke stood behind the carriage while you scanned the frezzer section. You’d forced him to get out of bed and go with you to get ice cream since you were craving it. After a lot of fussing and whacking him with your pillow he reluctantly agreed.
But now as he stood behind the carriage, hair messy and sweatpants slung low on his hips with some oversized sweater on he took the time to study you. Your hair was pulled up in a messy bun and you were clad in shorts and one of his shirts (which was way too big on you). As cliche as it was, he never thought you looked more beautiful, and in that moment something in him clicked. Staring at you made him realize that he wanted this for the rest of his life. He wanted you. He wanted to wake up with you beside him and take you out at 3 in the morning for whatever the hell you wanted. It was the moment he realized that he loved you.
“I love you,” he mumbled, suddenly feeling vunerable. He felt like he needed to hide.
“Hm?” you replied, tearing your eyes away from the ice cream in front of you to look at your boyfriend.
“I said I love you. I love you so much.”
You couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach as he spoke those words, a small blush forming on your cheeks. You realized you probably looked a mess in this moment but you didn’t really care. “I love you too Luke.”
You could see how bright the smile that formed on his face was. It reached his eyes and the crinkles that formed beside them that you loved so much began to show. You forgot all about the ice ceam as you made your way towards him and wrapped yourself in his arms. hands placed on either side of his face as you pulled him in for a loving kiss. You pulled away moments later, breathless, as your foreheads rested together.
“I love you,” he whispered again, lightly kissing your nose. This, you thought, was happiness.