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Nathan never really knew love. His mom was a piece of shit. His dad was never around. He always looked at people in love with their happy lives and thought he would never have that. Until he met you, of course. A by chance meeting at a club, exchange of numbers and at one point, he'd call you for help after his mother kicked him out. You were trepidations to aid a stranger, but he sounded so genuine and he was crying too, so you'd let him stay with you. He took a spare room in your apartment and basically moved in. On the first day, he was already surprised by your laid-back and chill attitude. He had his usual persona, but you weren't as annoyed by it. And something about you made him feel softer.
"Can I have that soup in the cupboard?" He'd asked gently, not expecting you to say yes. "You can have whatever you want, I'm going shopping tomorrow anyway." You replied casually, not taking your eyes off the TV. He can have...whatever he wanted? "Seriously?" He asked incredulously.
Once he had a shower in your apartment, you just let him walk around in his towel. I mean it's your house, right? You didn't care, besides, he was hot. So he just walked around in towels and boxers for a while. Nathan's mom never let him do this, she always said he needed to be formally and fully clothed, she couldn't stand to see her own son without pants or a shirt even in their own house. Stupid, right? But you acted like you didn't care. He could sit on the balcony, on a hot day in his boxers and nothing else and you won't care at all. And you did the same. If it was too hot, you'd just walk around the house in your bra and underwear and not really care. Neither of you did, and despite his original surprise, he started to enjoy it. He could lounge around without a shirt and just relax. And both of you obviously kept staring at each other. Your both hot, both single and in the same house, so naturally you both started dating. He brought up the idea in a joke and it turned into something serious. Kissing and hugging were immediately a thing. He'd never felt these things before, so he wanted them all. He couldn't stop kissing you literally every chance he got. He kissed you everywhere, at least 20 times a day. He LOVED kisses. His love language was obviously physical touch. He had his hands all over you constantly, not a day went by without something lovey or sexual. He was obsessed, and that's an understatement.
Every time you touched it was like his skin was warm against a lit fire, like you kept him warm on a freezing winter day. He was in love. That was what he quickly realized. And he realized you loved him too. His entire demeanor just fell to a soft puppy. He was obviously head over heels and everyone could tell rather quickly. He looked at you with love even when you looked away. He opened doors for you and carried your things. He was your gentleman.
And here you are, tonight, laying with him on your bed. The top of his head against your chin, laying on your chest. He was already practically snoring from relaxation, with your fingers running through his hair. It was a happy tingling sensation, the way he felt your touch. His eyes were already closed, absolutely adorable like a sleepy kitten. The way you twirled his curls between your fingers, he was just about to fall asleep. He made a cute little noise as you kissed the top of his head. God, he was down bad. Absolutely head over heels. He was like a limp puddle in your arms. He kept making soft content noises with every other breath out. He kept making those soft happy noises like some noisy kitten meowing. He was obviously smiling, just in absolute heaven. He looked angelic.
It feels like your arms were a shield, protecting him from everything bad that ever happened to him. He felt safe, he felt loved and adored. His little head was happily spinning in circles, he felt fuzzy and safe. "You know...I've never felt so loved in my entire life." He mumbled in a happy, sleepy tone. "Really?" You replied with a little curiosity. you didn't know much about his home life, but when he'd told you his mom kicked him out you generally assumed it was shitty. "Mhm. You know...my mother was so strict. I had to keep everything spotless, I couldn't talk back, i couldn't do anything without getting in trouble. She was like...she didn't want to deal with me. Like she didn't want me." His soft face pouted. This is first time he'd really said anything about his past or family, so you kept listening. "And my dad...he was never around, he probably didn't want to deal with me or my mother. Everything was just shitty. She was emotionally unavailable, she never listened to me." He sighed. He hated talking about this, but he felt comfortable enough to say it around you. "...I'm sorry about all that. You didn't deserve that, you deserve to be loved." You said with loving sympathy, gently petting his hair. "I am now, I have you." He smiled, shifting slightly and kissing your cheek before he rested his head on your collarbone and fell asleep. "...I love you." You whispered softly as he fell asleep, but he was just awake enough to hear it as he smiled before he went limp in your arms. You loved your little puppy boy.