Alec couldn't describe the way that she looked right then, the word beautiful didn't do her justice, it barely even scratched the surface. Spread out on the bed, hair splayed across the pillow, smile on her lips, a look reserved only for him in her eyes. She was perfection, as close to anyone would come to it, and she was all for him. Every soft expanse of skin, every touch, every moment. All the things that she was willing to give him and all of the things that he knew he needed. She was unlike anyone else, amazing, irresistible, and so much more.
In a lot of ways he was more comfortable on her bed than his own, she was always in his arms then, laying right beside him. He knew he'd never get tired of her taste, the feeling of her soft lips pressing into his own, how affectionate she could be. His attention was piqued at what she said, he felt his heart start to beat wildly, and an excited feeling rush his system. Very slowly he rolled over onto his back, laying against the bed himself, taking in a breath. He couldn't know exactly what she was going to do, and the unknown was always exciting.