"How much I'd like to get inside your head." He looked at her, his hazel eyes soft. Leaning in he kissed her slowly and softly, his fingers lacing through the silken manes he loved to bury himself in.
The heat from the blush on her cheeks didn't go unnoticed at all, it made him growl lowly and deeply in his chest. "Prettier." She had moments where she was cute, sexy, pretty. They were all different and he liked each one in different ways. But no matter what, her looks were always devastating and made him need to catch his breath.
There wasn't a moment of the day he didn't wonder how he got so damned lucky to have her.