It was the way he kissed every part of me, felt every part of me almost every minute. The moments he didn't think I was paying attention, but he was never slipping. Kissing my hair as I slept as if we'd known each other for years. Holding me as if it'd break more than hearts to let go. Snoring on my chest, suddenly waking up to my face and never returning to his slumber without a kiss.
It was the way I woke up to his kisses and him stroking my hair.