"Why do you do that?" she asked out of nowhere. She was sitting on the far end of her bed, playing with her hairpin.

Taken aback, I quickly went over the events of the day. I had taken her to a lake in the morning, where we ate a small breakfast near the shore. Then we spent the rest of the day baking a chocolate cake. I don’t normally eat chocolate, but when it’s dripping from her fingertips, I can make an exception. I had then “accidentally” gotten some of it on her belly. Me, being the fine gentleman that I am, offered to clean it up… with my tongue, of course. Chocolate had never tasted so good.

Nope, I hadn't done anything wrong.

"Do what?" I asked finally.

"That look. Sometimes you just stop talking and gaze into nothing with this this... LOOK on your face. Then you turn to me and look into my eyes as if you're searching for something. What is it?"

I began to speak, but realized it's pointless. I looked into her big blue eyes and smiled. I remembered the first time I saw those ocean blue eyes… so deep you’ll fall into them if you aren’t careful. I wasn’t very careful. I edged closer to her. "You're adorable," I whispered as I caressed her wavy brown hair. It smelled of sweet shampoo mixed with her unique scent. I leaned in for a kiss, then pulled back. Her eyes widened, dripping with fear.

"What's wrong?"

I put my fingers on her lips and hovered my lips over her neck. "Just let go hun." Her skin was covered in goose bumps, her heart beating fast and hard. She leaned her neck over, put her hands behind my neck and pulled me against her. "I just did."