I love you. I love you.
The words repeated themselves over and over like an old movie reel were being played at the back of Andy's mind as he stared at Ashley's sleeping form, tucked beneath the bed sheets and spooned against his body in the most adorable way. Andy traced his fingers along the other man's jaw and shifted sleepily, tightening his grip around his lover's waist as if afraid of letting him go.
I love you.
The sun was just beginning to rise over Los Angeles, spread out below the apartment him and Ashley shared. Since their bed faced the window, Andy was able to peer through Ashley's fluffy bedhead to gaze in wonder at the pink and orange city that glistened brightly under the sky's display of colours. And just as the city glowed more beautiful than ever before, Ashley's face gleamed bronze, made all the more magnificent by the peaceful expression on his face, one that Andy seemed to never be able to enjoy. Whenever he woke up, it was to Ashley's lips on his or Ashley making breakfast- Ashley seemed to always be there for him, never taking care of his own body.
I love you.
Andy nearly felt his heart stop when a kiss was pressed softly against his unsuspecting lips and he found himself staring into a pair of warm, caramelized eyes. Warmth flooded through his body, from the tips of his toes to the dyed hair on top of his head and he sighed into the kiss, just as he did every morning. And, just as he did every morning, Ashley voiced the words that had been long running through his head.
"I love you."