Emerson and her boyfriend, Stiles laid on the couch, cuddling. The girl ran her fingers through Stiles's hair, making him hum in satisfaction. "You know I love you, right?" Stiles asked. Emerson laughed slightly, nodding. "I know. And I love you, too," she said. Stiles smiled.
"I love when you play with my hair," he mumbled sleepily.
"I know. You always let me do it," Emerson replied.
"But even if I didn't, I would still let you do it."
"Why?"
"Because it makes you happy."
Emerson bit her lip, her heart swelling at his words. "You're so perfect, Stiles," she muttered. The boy lifted his head from its place on her stomach, looking up at her.
"No, I'm not."
Emerson brought him closer to her, looking into his brown eyes. "You're perfect in my eyes," she whispered. Stiles blushed as she kissed him softly. He sighed in satisfaction, nuzzling his face into her neck. She laughed, her hands finding their way to the back of his head, starting to play with his hair again.
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