Look at him, looking at her— wanting that flavor of her lips. Her body lays lazily across the window sill, watching the ocean waves wash up to shore, as the birds fly across the sky that's painted with bright orange and dark pink colors.
In his oversized button-up shirt, she looks snug. Her hair was in a high bun, with strands that fell.
Feeling his eyes on her, she turns around, and smiles softly. She gets up to sit on top of his lap, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, touching his nose with hers. They chuckle.
"You look beautiful." He whispers. Although he'd tell her she's beautiful everyday—especially when she felt the lowest. Now, she feels her lowest because of her morning look.
She smiles, shaking her head, looking down. His index finger tilts her chin back up to his face, looking into her glimmering eyes, he becomes consequential. "I mean it. You're beautiful."
Every time he'd tell her, she'd blush. Finding a way to distract her from embarrassment, she gets up, and walks back to the window, yet again, watching the waves dance upon the sand, pulling it back.
He follows behind her, but he never took his eyes off such charm. He feels love, but never said the words, 'I love you' to any other woman than his own mother.
'This is real, she's real. And she loves me.'
"I love you." He anxiously says, she quickly looks back into his eyes, "w-what?", she asks, as her voice began to quiver from excitement.
"I love you." He smirks in his confident embrace. She smiles, she's been waiting for those words to slip out of his mouth, since forever.
Her hands cup his cheeks, and her grin grew wide, and strong. "I love you, too."
Kissing her lips, felt whole again. She's so soft, so small, she's perfect. Perfect for him.
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Honeymoon: Short Stories II
Romance"We both know the history of violence that surrounds you But I'm not scared, there's nothing to lose now that I've found you."
