It had been three weeks since our little 'sexual escapade' and it was hard to believe we were the same people.
Sure, I like being in control in the bedroom but I also love looking after May and taking time to appreciate just how amazing she is.
I gazed at her admiringly as the sun glinted in her eyes through the trees and highlighted her hair perfectly as it cascaded onto her face when she looked down, from its home behind her ear where it had been tucked.
"Whatcha thinking?" She asked, her beautiful voice cutting through my daydream.
"Hmm?" I hummed confusedly, (which pissed her off).
"Ugh," she grunted, crossing her arms and turning away from me.
I didn't mean to make her pissed off and she'd probably not talk to me for a while but, even when she acted like she hated me, I knew she didn't mean it.
Even when she was giving me death glares, she was perfect.
I grabbed her hand and spun her gently into my arms, under the cover of an oak tree, before gently tucking a stray piece of her hair behind her ear.
"I was just thinking about how goddamn beautiful you are, sorry for admiring art."
I smiled and kissed her cheek gently, near her jaw.
I saw May smile. I knew she couldn't stay mad at me forever.
"Weirdo," she smiled, following her remark by giving me a single quick kiss.
I grinned. "Your weirdo though."
"Mine."
I reached down and held her hand, gently squeezing it.
"Come on then beautiful, we're already running late," and she rolled her emerald green eyes at me, "gosh fineeeeee."
I'm glad I get to see her smile and know that it's for me.
