“Because,” she said softly, rolling over enough to look him in the face, “I want to remember. What you look like right now, with that smile, the one I know means you’re pretending to be innocent but plotting something. You in the water, your hair all stuck down over your eyes, or sleeping, or just everything. I want to be sure I remember.”
“You’re not likely to forget because I’m not planning on going anywhere, but…I really think that’s the sweetest thing that anybody has ever said to me…” he whispered then, expression softening as he regarded her fondly, reaching out to brush his fingers across her cheeks. “Plus,” he added on then with a crooked little smile, “It might be kind of fun to be a model!”
“It’s a different kind of memory,” she pointed out, “I want to remember these exact moments.” She lowered her eyelashes, studying him through them. “I’m trying to picture you modelling, and it’s not working.” She grinned.