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You wonder if you have ever loved anyone as much as Jeremy. You thought to yourself whilst hearing him hum an off-key rendition of one of his favourite songs by Tommy. You wonder if he knows how charming you find him even if he emerges from the bathroom with tousled hair, in his pyjama T-shirt and boxers. You watch as he yawns widely and walks over to where you wait; in your spot on his bed. His pout is subtle in his pursed lips, as he almost childishly tugs on your hand in displeasure to urge you to sit up.
You playfully roll your eyes, knowing what he wants, as you let him pull you off your pillow. Adoration is the only emotion that burns as you watch him fluff your pillow. He never lets you sleep without a 'proper pillow', for that was what his Ma did for him when he was younger to ensure sweet dreams. When he told you his reasoning for the first time, he admitted it felt silly to say it aloud, but all you could think of was how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him.
Jeremy puts your pillow back to its original position, almost with a tinge of pride, as he presents the sight with both hands as if fluffing a pillow were a rare and strenuous task. You wonder if he knows exactly how much he's loved.
You lie back down and he checks that you're comfortable, that the air conditioning is not too cold, or if you need another pillow. He smiles sheepishly as you tell him to shut up and just join you under the covers. But there was no malice in your tone, only fondness, as no matter how exhausted he was, he never made you feel unimportant.
Then, as per usual, he trustfully hands you his childhood plushie before kissing you good night. And if you ask him why he passes it to you rather than hold it himself, his baby blues will barely be able to meet your gaze as he shyly admits that he only wants to hold you.
You don't have to wonder how much Jeremy loves you. As if it was not apparent enough in your nightly routine with him, you could find your final answer in the way his hand slides under your waist and secures itself on the small of your back. His world was in his arms and he's got you. You are safe and there's nothing that can hurt you now.
Not in this room, where his comic books are strewn messily all over the floor;
Not under his crumpled blanket that he never bothers to fold;
Not with his arms around you.
Your forehead rests lightly against his chest as you breathe through his faded T-shirt and take in his scent. He smells like home; comfortable and easy to memorise. You look up, hoping to see his soft expression before you fall asleep, and smile at the sight.
As expected, exhaustion from running around all day had already stolen him away to another realm. It was telling from his uncharacteristically peaceful expression; his cocky bravado and egotistic facade finally put to rest. You wonder if he'll ever show this vulnerability to anyone else other than you.
You close your eyes and lean back into his chest. The rhythm of your breathing aligns with his and the air of serenity pulls you to sleep. Everything is perfect because he's here, and it'll be a new day to spend together tomorrow.