“I always wonder what I look like in your eyes.”
Twelve people sat in a big circle playing truth or dare, including you, your best friend, your boyfriend, and his brother. You didn’t really know, or care, who the other eight were. One hundred percent of you was focused on this intense game.
You waited impatiently for someone to ask you a truth or dare. So far, you had only been asked two questions, both by your boyfriend. Do you love me? and How much? Sure, it could be your fault nothing exciting was happening to you. You kept picking truth. I’m picking dare this time.
“Y/n, truth or dare?” One of the other eight asked.
You smirked, “Dare.” Your small group of three gasped, knowing it was so unlike you.
“I dare you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with the boy of your choice.” She looked so proud of herself, probably thinking you would refuse.
You slowly stood, grabbing Ethan’s hand, leading him to an empty bedroom. You shut the door, locking it behind you. Sitting on the bed, you patted the empty spot beside you. Ethan sat, taking hold of your hand. He brought it to his mouth, placing a soft kiss upon the back of your hand.
“What do I look like to you?” You suddenly asked, unaware of how stupid it might have sounded.
Ethan froze, your hand still to his lips, his eyebrows knitting together. “What do you mean?”
“I always wonder what I look like in your eyes.” He looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled as he let go of your hand.
“You look like the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Like I could stare at you all day and never get tired of the way you look. You’re my favorite thing to look at, Y/n. You look like home.”
You leaned in and attached your lips to his, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck. Both of his hands were planted firmly on your waist as you kissed.
You had never felt more in love with him. More sure that he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. You wanted his kisses and hugs. His good days and bad too. You wanted to see his beautiful face every single day until the day you die. You wanted him, and all of him.
“I love you, Y/n.” He mumbled against your lips before pulling away. “Times up.” He frowned. The two of you stood, fingers tangled together. He pulled you into another soft kiss.
“I love you too, baby.” You spent the rest of the night with an enormous grin plastered on your face and his beautiful words replaying over and over in your head.
This is really short, but I thought it was cute. I hope you like it!<3