Gale gazed down at me, a look of pure affection crossing his face, playing on his features. Those deep brown eyes widened as he took a step closer towards me. I could see the late afternoon's shadows carve out his figure; I could see the straight line of his collarbone, and his smooth jaw. I could see his soft brown hair blow slightly to the size in the peppermint breeze, and his gentle skin glisten like diamonds in the setting sun. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes closing ever so slowly as he leaned towards me…
Back at…..home, it took me a lot of force to even think of the name of it, Gale looked hardened, manlier. Instead of the tender skin I felt on him tonight, his was firm and stretched over his bones in a comical way, his eyes were deep grey, not the marvelous warm colour I see, his mouth decided and edgy, without the sweetness I view, his body was slumped back home, but now he was well…happier.
Without thinking, I leaned in towards him too, raising my face to his. The kiss was so sweet, so tender; that I was afraid I was dreaming. Gale wrapped his arm around my waist, but I didn't object. Neither of us pulled away, until I leant backwards.
"I've been meaning to do that for a while," he whispered. I had never noticed how he smelt before, a mixture of earthiness mingled with wildflower. I sighed to myself in contentment.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah,"