Beautiful
A/N: My first present-tense fic. Standalone. Just something I thought of while listening to Maroon 5.
"Tap
on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know
I tend to so get insecure
It doesn't matter anymore"
She'd never been told she was beautiful until he came along. The way he looks at her, the way he smiles, the way he holds her, it makes Summer feel beautiful. For a second all of her doubtful thoughts disappear and she feels so special and so important. Seth doesn't have to say it, because she feels it. He knows that. They love each other and they don't have to say it because they already know it.
"I am beautiful," she whispers to her reflection in the full-length mirror and runs a hand through her messy, wavy hair. He comes behind her and wraps his arms around her stomach, above her hips. "I know," he whispers.
She smiles and turns away from the mirror to look at him. They kiss softly and that's all they need. Their connection is deeper than anything words can say. He pulls away. Her brown eyes are wide with innocence. He breathes in her scent. She smells like cucumber melon.
She puts her hand around his neck and lets her fingers play in his hair. She sighs. "Thank you," she tells him. He runs a hand across her smooth face and pulls her closer. It's a moment like this that she feels beautiful, and it's all because of him.
-"She Will Be Loved", Maroon 5