Just a little idea that popped into my head. Liz's perspective. Enjoy! Or try. :3
I love laying here.
With him.
He's so warm.
Safe.
Clean.
He smells nice.
This is my favorite seat.
Sitting here in his arms.
He holds me different than other guys.
He's special.
The street boys cut to the chase.
He's slow…I like it.
One hand around my shoulder rubbing my arm, the other draped lazily over my waist.
He takes care of me.
I never thought he would hold me like this.
It isn't exactly symmetrical.
But it makes me smile.
He worries about my happiness more than his own.
I never felt this way about a boy before.
He's different.
He loves me.
And I love him.
So I'm going to enjoy this moment.
Wrapped in his arms.
Hope you liked. Sorry it's really stupid. I did it in 10 minutes. :3