those beards will kill me

i just want to slip my arms around luke’s waist when we’re both tired and waiting in line for our coffee and have to get on my toes to nuzzle my nose into his beard right along his jaw and feel his hands rub my back when he tilts his chin down to kiss me and push his fluffy hair off his forehead and kiss his nose and just stand cuddled with him with the smell of fresh coffee surrounding us and feel his chest rumble when he orders our drinks not even caring if i untangle myself from him because his favorite thing is when we’re cuddled so close it’s hard to tell where one of us begins and the other ends and fuck why did i do this