She groaned and rolled over on top of him, cupping his face in both hands and locking her mouth to his. There was that spark again, of their magic coming together. It was no wonder no one else had ever captured her heart. She bit his lip, then breathed, “Tell me what you see when you look at me, as if you were telling someone else.”
He sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I see a beautiful, kind and caring woman, who’s eyes sparkle like the sun and her hair is as soft as silk,” he begins, kissing her gently. “And when she looks at me I have to remember how to breathe.”
His words are so lovely she’s speechless. As is perhaps usual with him, what began as a tease has become something far more intimate. In lieu of words she kisses him back, with less passion but considerably more warmth.