His soft touches and gentle kisses made her involuntarily quiver against him and she let out a breathy sigh before managing to summon words.
"I want you because you're the most amazing, wonderful, intelligent man I've ever met. You make me so sure of myself yet question every thought I have at the same time. You're easy to read whilst still being an enigma. Just being close to you is like...a dream."
She wondered if he knew exactly how much she felt for him. She didn't say "I love you" easily, if at all. Yet she'd so easily said it to him. Her eyes sparkled with love as she looked into his. Tentatively reaching up she ran a hand down his cheek. Oh how long she'd ached to do that when they were together. How many times she'd had to turn away or step back from him just because of the sheer pain it caused not being able to have him when he was so close yet so far from her reach. And here they were, making out on his sofa like lovesick teenagers. Lovesick, yes. Teenagers, no.
"No one is ever a match to you. You stole my heart the moment you looked into my eyes...How could I ever love anyone else?"
She was still whispering, tears springing to her eyes again.