Quirk? No.

Last night was about cuddling and biting each other's arms off. Sending text messages refusing to let go and suddenly his interest was trying to get us serious. Resting on his lap, with his two fags peeping through his bedroom curtains, that was already proof that they were.. fags.

Holding my hand was never necessary for him, but now, he grips them as if i would let go. It took him two months to get his dick head thinking. Well, whatever. Now, i am glad i found someone who could let me lie in his arms without doubts.

^^ If it's not love, then maybe i wouldn't have felt this way at all.
For once, frankly. I feel blessed.