𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘

"I knew you'd be here." I let out a breath, settling down on the edge of the rock next to her. She kept quiet, her gaze focused on the gentle movements of the ocean.

"I wanted to clear my mind."
I took her hands in mine, intertwining them.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, drinking in every inch of her face.

She was gorgeous.

"You don't need to say anything, but always know that I'm here for you." A smile crept up on her face, her prominent dimples popping on the side of her cheeks.
"Thank you."
"You made me soft."
I grumbled out as I pulled her closer, guiding her head to my shoulder.

"Is that good or bad?" Her warm eyes met mine. I looked down at her. "Good. Very good."

"Why do you think that?" Her breath hitched at the proximity of our faces.
"If I weren't soft then I wouldn't feel the way I do about you."