I took a deep breath. The warm wind of Naboo blew her hair back, making her look even more angelic. The orange and pink sunset only enhanced this romantic moment.
She was leaning towards me, her chocolate brown eyes staring right into my cerulean ones. I leaned forward as well, concentrating on her taffy colored lips. I was suddenly aware of my hands sweating. I sighed. Why at the worst moments did I do the most embarrassing things? My heart was pounding so loud, I'm sure that she could hear it hammering in my chest.
All of a sudden, she leaned back a fraction, looking at me with a look that was a mix of sadness and nervousness.
What? I mouthed. Then, I realized. She thought I didn't love her! How could she? I stroked her hair gently. She was perfect. Indescribable.
I leaned forward, and kissed her velvety soft lips. Slowly, I felt her kiss back, getting bigger and more meaningful, and then there was just her, my angel, and the scent of the roses in the garden.