Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
"You are. Your eyes are beautiful."
He wasn't beautiful because he was sick. He was just beautiful, for his own reasons.
She stroked her thumb over his lips. "Your mouth is beautiful." She planted a soft kiss there. "And you've got this tiny mole on the back of your neck. Which is also beautiful."