He's a small piece of heaven. He's sweet, caring, chivalrous, and breath takingly handsome. He's all she's ever dreamed of. In the middle of the night, she just likes to admire him. Sometimes he'll wake, looking amused. "Are you alright, my love?"
She blissfully nod, buring herself in his chest, taking in the scent of cinnamon remaining after their late night snack. "Yes."
"I love you."
"I love you too."