Week 3B: Flowers
Sailor Raspberry
138 words
He loved the way her eyes lit up when he presented to her a fully bloomed, glistening red rose the moment she woke every day.
He loved the way she would clasp their hands together, despite the unpleasant prick of stray thorns, and bring the back of his hand to her cheek so she could catch the flower's scent.
He loved that she would break half the stem off and tuck the blossom behind her ear, beaming with a smile that sent his heart into a mad rhythm of beating. And when she pulled his lips down onto hers, his mind would thump with raw feeling.
He loved her, only her, everything about her, and when he found the chance to voice it, he was glad that the flower wasn't be the only thing she'd hold so dearly.