His heavy pants made the hairs on the back of her neck shift. The girl stood still as she felt his large calloused hands run down her arms slowly until he reached her hands and then he slowly laced their fingers and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Turning around she smiled at his giant form: dark black hair that reached his shoulder, brown eyes that had dark eyelashes framing and complimenting them, his beautiful kissable lips, and lastly the scar that ran down his left eye. She delighted in his looks and his personality that so greatly differed her own. Pulling her hands from his own, earning a deep growl from his she places her hands at the back of his neck and pulls him down with a smile. Leaning down he eyes shine slightly as she lightly touches her lips to his own.