He lay back and watched the rise and fall of her stomach, the flutter of her eyelashes against her skin.
He traced the veins in her feet, the feet she curled up with her knees pressed to her stomach.
Her eyelids jumped before opening, her gray eyes blinking.
He traced the pink edges of her lips with the love he felt.
YOU ARE READING
ｗｉｔｈ ｌｏｖｅ，
RomanceThere are two kinds of people in this world. Those that are in love, and those that are brokenhearted. I think most of us wish to be those in love. ----- ☪ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ wᴏʀᴋs.
