Peter

I snuck in her room trying to stay quiet with a smile spread across my face. When I entered the wooden room, I watched in awe as my girl was sleeping with a cherubic face and smooth white skin. My legs brought me over to her as bees are attracted to flowers. She stirred slightly when my fingers found a lock of her hair. In one swift movement, I kissed her forehead quickly and left the room with heat rising to my face. No matter how many days I have lived with her, her presence continues to make my heart race and words seemed to flow out around her. Will this feeling ever go away?