Alex lay back on his bed and sighed. He had just gotten home after taking in dinner and a late movie with his gorgeous girlfriend Isabel. Even though they had been dating exclusively for several months now, there were times when he still couldn't believe he was actually going out with her.
Alex Whitman, the computer geek with a band, and Isabel Evans, the beautiful ice queen that every girl wanted to be, and every guy wanted to date. It was too good to be true, and occasionally Alex still worried that all of that would somehow come between them. Those spells never lasted for too long though, because, with some special sense that Alex wasn't 100 sure didn't have something alien about it, Isabel always seemed to sense when Alex was feeling insecure, and made a special effort to remind him that she was the one who had pursued the relationship to begin with.
Alex closed his eyes as he pictured how she'd looked that night. Even dressed casually in jeans and a light sweater, she took his breath away. He had a feeling, no, he knew, that she could turn up in a modified bin bag and bare feet and he'd still find her stunning.
He was getting in deeper every day. He knew that if it ever ended, a huge part of him would feel missing. At first he'd been very cautious, afraid to put too much on the line in fear of getting hurt, but the longer he'd spent with Isabel, getting to know her inside and out, the harder it had been to hold back.
Physically, they had been taking their relationship slowly, neither wanting to ruin it by jumping into anything they weren't ready for, but, emotionally, Alex knew he was in up to his eyeballs. She was under his skin, in his blood, and he was almost certain, in his heart. He thought about her all the time, missed her when she wasn't around, even for a few hours, and cherished every moment spent with her. All these feelings he was growing more and more sure added up to love.
It was only a matter of time before he handed her his heart, and he could only pray she felt the same.