He looked at her sleepy eyes. Isn’t this what we all want, sweetheart?
To peck softly from ear to ear. To gently nibble on them while breathing easy. To taste the smile line that runs down your face. To gently lick and suck the hilly, cushioning cheek. To pet and blow the little hairs away from the landscape of your forehead, and to kiss in between the eyebrows like you’re my deity.
To let your eyelash flutter, tease and elevate my heartbeat. To kiss your closed eyes as if they’re sacred. To trace my finger across your face like I own it.
To join my lips to your soft lips, like we’re breathing from each other.
To rub our noses together, to stare at each other, to dare that morning never comes.