She looked up from her drawing and saw him.
His beautiful chocolate hair, framing his face in ringlets.
Those mysterious eyes, looking into her emerald ones, like they're looking into your soul.
His face close enough to her own so she could count his freckles, there were twelve.
Warm breath against her cheeks, her own face flushing with embarrassment.
His perfect pink lips just inches away from hers.
Two hands holding hers, comforting her, keeping her safe.
Reading her thoughts he smiled.
Leaning in, his hair brushing her cheeks,
he placed his lips on her, in a deep, loving kiss.