Kiss
She's beautiful.
Syaoran thinks this often, and never hesitates to tell her.
He loves her smile. Not her small, shy smiles, he likes to see her teeth, the wide smiles filled with laughter and happiness. When she isn't smiling Syaoran feels as if he's done something wrong; she should always be smiling.
Syaoran loves everything about Sakura. He believes you can't be in true love with someone if you don't love everything about them, or at least accept everything about them without hesitation.
Syaoran loves everything about Sakura, but there are things he loves more than others. He loves her eyes more than her hands because they reveal emotions she only gives to him. Her waist more than her arms; he loves the feel of holding her close. The thing he loves most about her physically, however, is her lips. Her kiss.
He kisses her often when it's just the two of them. He knows she loves it, otherwise she would tell him to stop. He's memorized the reactions her body makes when they kiss and what they mean. He knows every sigh and every moan she produces and why. He loves the way she melts when they kiss, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
He loves her soft lips so much it hurts. He can't imagine what it would be like to kiss anyone other than his Sakura. He hopes she feels the same way, but he isn't brave enough yet to ask her.
He loves her, and he knows it. He hopes she knows it too, but isn't brave enough yet to tell her just how strong his emotions run.
He knows he might be happy with her one day. He hopes that day is soon, but is smart enough to not get his hopes up. For now, he'll just enjoy kissing her while he can.