(BPOV)
It seems as if we're trying to recreate our first time here at our meadow, as we're lounging, partly hidden in the tall grass. I had his hand in mine as I kissed each finger and traced his palm. This hand…this hand that created such beautiful music, provided such comfort, made such wonderful things, and was so gentle as it caressed me each day. This hand…that suddenly reached to cup my cheek.
"I love you," he said softly as he lifted his head from my lap and brushed his lips against mine tenderly.
"I love you, too," I whispered.
Awwww! yeah, just a little cute moment-don't ya think? Hope you liked it!