I stand with the view of the Hollywood sign behind me. Not looking straight at the camera but a little off to the left. He stands before me, his camera to his eye, focusing on getting just the right angle and the perfect light. I look at all the tourists crowding to take pictures of the famous landmark. Everything is drenched in a golden haze from the slowly setting sun. This is the perfect hour to take pictures. The heat from the day is rising and the sun is not to bright. I glance at my distorted image in the camera lens. Imaging his eyes just right behind it. He lowers the camera to his side and looks at me. Our eyes lock and all of a sudden I feel like I'm falling. Being sucked into the ocean of his eyes. His hand reaches out and slides a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. His hand lingers on my cheek. His touch light and soft. Our eyes are still locked, both absorbing the colors within. His hand starts to drop from my cheek. As if he just now noticed it was there. I reach up and grab it, placing it back on my cheek. His body tenses. I squeeze his hand gently. His eyes soften with a small relieved smile. He leans in towards me. His lips tentatively brushing mine. When I don't retract he leans in further. His hand winds up into my hair, cupping the back of my head, pulling me closer. I can taste the sweetness of his mouth. I wrap my hands around his neck. Tracing my fingers down his hairline.
He pulls back, his face flushed. A small smile spreads on his lips. I tilt my eyes up to him and see him looking at me. Admiring me. A warm feeling surges through me. I've never had someone looking at me that way. As if their world is complete and they could be happy forever. With me.
