[He likes her with bare feet. There's something sweet and sexy about it at the same time and it emphasizes just how long her amazing legs are. He lets himself appreciate that as she strolls over and settles down between his legs. There. That's where she belongs. Safely encircled by him. She can have his legs for now because its too early to offer her a spot in arms.
And because he doesn't know that he'd be able to resist kissing her if she was.
He watches the fall of her hair and hums a low sound.
She is, easily, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen and, caught under starlight in the darkness of the room, she casually takes his breath away. It takes him a second to realize when she offers the bottle of soda and to tear his eyes away from her.]
Beautiful.
[He agrees it. And knows he should open his bottle of soda and take his first drink and say - whatever he needs to say. Except he finds himself reaching down instead and touching her cheek in a gentle stroke with the back of his finger.]
Those eyes of yours could swallow stars, galaxies - universes. What hope did I ever have?
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And because he doesn't know that he'd be able to resist kissing her if she was.
He watches the fall of her hair and hums a low sound.
She is, easily, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen and, caught under starlight in the darkness of the room, she casually takes his breath away. It takes him a second to realize when she offers the bottle of soda and to tear his eyes away from her.]
Beautiful.
[He agrees it. And knows he should open his bottle of soda and take his first drink and say - whatever he needs to say. Except he finds himself reaching down instead and touching her cheek in a gentle stroke with the back of his finger.]
Those eyes of yours could swallow stars, galaxies - universes. What hope did I ever have?