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Puppy Dog Eyes

It's our last day of vacation. Tom and I went to Florida for a two week vacation. A break from studying, work, and just life in general. We're sat on or balcony that over looks the Gulf Of Mexico. Tom has his arms wrapped around my waist, as I sit on his lap. I'm laying sideways with my head laying against his, watching ad the sunsets over the water.

I lay a kiss to his cheek, and wrap my arms around his neck, interlocking my fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck. He grips me tighter, and keeps his eyes fixed in the sunset. It's a beautiful mix of pink, purple, orange, and blue hues.

Tom's hair still wet from the shower he took a little bit ago. His lips are pulled into a small smile, and eyes are reflecting the sunset. We're still wearing what we wore to have dinner. My face digs into the crook of his neck, as he draws shapes on my hips.

It's been twenty minutes since we sat out here to watch the sunset. That time filled with no words, just the soft sound of music playing from the speaker, and the sounds of nature.

The sky finally turns a light shade of blue, followed by darker hues. I turn myself in his waist, and set my legs in either side if his legs. His hands grip my hips to prevent me from falling; his eyes intrigue me, the beautiful brown, the soft blinks, the innocence his eyes hold keep my stare locked in.

They remind me of a puppy dog, a beautiful puppy dog. He smiles at me, and kisses my nose, to my cheek, to finally end up on my lips. He pulls away, and swipes my hair behind my ear, laying a soft kiss to my jaw.

He sits back, and watches me watch him. "Puppy dog eyes." I say quietly. He raises a eyebrow at my statement. "Your eyes, they remind of a puppy. Big, brown, soft, innocent. You are my puppy dog." He silently chuckles, and runs his thumb under my eye.

"Caribbean blue, with a hint if green. Every time I look into your eyes they remind of the beach, the place I met you, the place I fell in love with you, the place I married the love of my life. You are my beach." Tom says as I lay my head in his shoulder. "I love you Iuliana. To the moon and back." He whispers, like someone is listening.

"I love you Tom. To the moon and back." I whisper in reply. He kisses my hair, and rubs up and down my back.

He's my big ole' puppy dog.