My Everything...
He couldn't stop staring at her. To him she was the definition of perfection. He loved the way her rich brown hair curled around her shoulders and draped over the pillow when she slept. The way her lips automatically parted into a pout that made his heart ache just wanting to hold her. She always complained about her height; she was too short. He didn't agree. Her height was perfect. When they kissed he loved that she had to tip toe and he loved that he had to lean down. He'd pick her up and her legs would automatically wrap around his waist. They fit together; pieces of a puzzle finally complete.
Her voice made him shiver. Deep and husky but soft and soothing. The way she moaned his name made his need for her increase. Everything about her made him smile.
"What are you smiling at?" She asked looking up at him. She was lying on his lap, a book resting in her hands. He smiled brighter, staring into her jade green eyes, loosing himself in them. "Ez?"
"I love you." He whispers, and the smile he receives makes him love her even more.