"I love you even more than I am annoyed by you. Which is an immeasurable amount." I voiced once he had stopped reading.

He took a deep breath. One that sounded of satisfaction at my words. He put my book down on the floor before he reached for me.

I happily sat up and let him glide me so that I was leaning over the side of the tub. He moved so that he was on his knees, and he could hold me.

His arms pulled me in so that I was against his chest. He did not care that I was wet. He only cared that I was touching him.

I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck and smiled. A matching smile had appeared on his face.

I had learned over the course of my time with him that his mouth never gave much away. His happiness was mostly visible in his eyes. The obsidian colour grew, and you could see every detail in them like little stars when he was joyful.

"I love you more." He said, his eyes a galaxy "You have no idea how much."

I would never get sick of hearing him say those words. Never. Even if I could feel his love all of the time. I did not know why I did not pick up on it sooner.

His actions toward me and his soft gaze had existed long before his confession.

The love was shown in his actions. The way he would look at me and his black irises would expand. The playful smirk he sent me when we bickered. The feeling of his skin on mine.

It was also the three words he would whisper as he kissed my head before he fell asleep. The words that I would purposely stay up and wait for so I could have the feeling of butterflies in my stomach. The magnificent three words that I suspected he whispered to me long before my bedroom walls had turned green.

Stone had not only brought colour to my walls. He had brought colour to my life.

Which was ironic because he was the very personification of monochrome.

Every day I looked forward to. I did not just exist. I lived. I did not need to make theories to make life more interesting because he did.

My hands went to grip his wide shoulders as he pressed my wet body to his. Then I tightened my grip and moved my lips against his. His lips ferociously demanded dominance and I happily let him deepen the kiss and take over.

His tongue flicked over my bottom lip which sent a jolt through my body. A large hand trailed through my hair before caressing my cheek softly. His mouth was another story. One of undisguised raw desire. His pleasurable kisses made their way down to my jaw and collarbone and then further down.