The world between you and me

Turning over, I gazed at his chiseled face. It was his long lashes that sealed the beauty of his bronze eyes. The brown curls on his forehead cascaded down his face. The essence of his beauty could be felt through his presence. He was not estranged from everyone else, he was sculpted almost as if by the hands of Aphrodite herself. "Darcy", he whispered, pulling me closer to him. My lips curved into a smile as I gently kissed his jaw. I could see the corners of his mouth twitch in an attempt to hide his smile. He was all I knew, I was safe in his arms here nestled next to him no one could hurt me, no one could reach me.