She’s so beautiful.

He had realized it a thousand times before, but now, in this moment, it seemed more obvious than ever. Her chestnut hair was disheveled against the pillow but still framed her face perfectly. Her skin was so soft and radiant that he couldn’t help but gently run his fingers up her arm. And her cheeks held just the faintest hint of red; they were always a little red. He loved the way the color spread whenever she blushed, and the way it deepened when he pointed it out. Even though they both knew she loved the attention, she would always hide her face, but even just knowing the red was there made her all the more beautiful.

The light sheets moved ever so slightly with her rhythmic breathing as she slept. Her lips bore the smallest smile of contentment, and with bemusement he wondered what dreams her head could possibly be spinning. But she was already beginning to waken. She rolled onto her side, an annoyed moan escaping her as the daylight seeped through her eyelids from the window.

“I know you’re awake,” he teased, nudging her gently.

“No I’m not…” she replied, smothering her face in the pillow.

“Yes you are,” he said as nudged her a bit harder.

A muffled moan was her only response as she pulled the sheets tightly around her. He frowned for a moment, before a calculating grin took hold of his visage.

She squeaked in surprise as he began tickling her sides. The sheets wrapped tighter as she squirmed, rendering her immobile and helpless to his fingers. She was laughing uncontrollably despite her attempts to fight it, and the more she squirmed the more entangled she became in the sheets.

“Stop it!” she giggled. Finally freeing her hands, she struggled to push his away.

“Nuh-uh!” he laughed, catching her wrists and pinning them firmly to the mattress with a playful smile.

She stared up at his gorgeous face with adoration. His long brown hair almost fell into his eyes, and he let her reach up with one hand to gently push it away. His eyes were one of her favorite features. They were what she called a fiery brown: honest and filled with life. It was his eyes that had first told her he loved her, long before he ever spoke those words. His eyes were windows into everything he’d ever felt or thought, and she wouldn’t trade the ability to see into his soul for anything.

Softly he lowered his lips to hers, and she met them tenderly. She could feel her heart skip a beat as he kissed her, a sensation she had grown used to but filled her with joy all the same. At that moment she lost herself in him, as if his mouth meeting hers had chased away all thought. For just one moment in time nothing else mattered; it was just his body and her body, his soul and hers.

This is perfection.