Ford.
"Favourite colour?"
"Black, hands down," he answers.
"Worst fear?"
He looks at me with a serious expression and it makes my heart race. I watch his lips part as he reveals the answer "Right now, losing you." He pauses "Yours?"
He is playing with the strands of my hair; we are sprawled on a blanket on his floor. His bed wasn't big enough to take both of us side by side. We have been in bed all day. This has been the most perfect day of my life. If I could have weekends like this with him, then I wouldn't ask for anything else.
"You hating me," those words might be lacklustre but they mean everything to me. I will take losing him over him hating me. I don't want to ever disappoint him; I don't want to be the cause of tears in his eyes. The only thing I want to be responsible for is his happiness.
"I doubt I will ever hate you," he rolls his eyes, almost like he can't even fathom the thought.
