Guess Who...

He sat outside of his Devon house, sun glistening into his beautiful brown eyes. His hair, purposly matted, was still, no breeze to tousle it even further. He's so casual, playing my guitar, singing to me, I couldn't ask for anything better. I feel his hand reach for mine, the sun goes into it's slumber and there's only us. Hours pass of laughing and general random conversation, and before we know it, we're asleep, under the moonlight with only the stars awake.