8. Soft
Everything about her is soft.
Her citrusy strands are always light and bouncy, gracefully brushing her shoulders. Without her knowing, he plays with them, always denying it if she catches him.
Her skin, when he has the privilege of touching it, is silky smooth. Sometimes, when she's asleep, he'll gently caress her cheek. She'll never know about that,though. Len would die of embarrassment.
Her happy smile is always small, delicate, and his heart melts when she directs it at him.
Her response to his confession is quiet, and her blush is adorable.
When he asks her out, the redness increases. It's only one of the many things he loves about her.
When he takes her hand in his, he cherishes the fact that the softness is for him now. Happily, he smiles back at the shy girl. Without restraint, he freely lets his fingertips graze over her face.
When his lips make contact with hers, the sweet taste and the light intake of breath swirl in his head. Gently he kisses her, and matches her softness with his own.
When he looks into her brilliant blue eyes, he sees it there, too. Kind, caring, beautiful...
And a lovely softness.