Teeth
I found myself trying to make Donnie smile more and more often.
I loved his smile.
I know Donnie and his brothers are self conscious of their looks, despite some of their bravado.
They didn't have access to dentists or doctors, they had to make do with Donnie's knowledge and whatever they could get their hands on.
I know Donnie had crooked, slightly off-colour teeth...even though his hygiene was brilliant, there were some things that he just couldn't do.
I didn't care, I loved him.
I especially loved the small gap between two of his teeth.
The first time we kissed, properly kissed, I couldn't help but run my tongue through it.
He really liked that.
As we grew more intimate, I found that I loved how his mouth and teeth felt on my skin, when he bites down, leaving marks and love bites behind.