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"Oh." Like what I see? Well, yes. That does make sense. I don't think I've ever really made love with my glasses on. I'm not sure why, aside from the habit that one takes ones glasses off when going to bed. But I think it also has to do with the fact that I could pretend when my vision was blurred.
No need to pretend anything now.
I smile up at him and let my hand fall away from the glasses after pushing them back up my nose. As I scoot up the bed the smile turns shy at his next words. I likes what he sees. It's on the tip of my tongue to disagree with that. In fact my mouth is already open while my back presses against the pillows. It's the look on his face, in those eyes that stop me though.
Takes my breath away. Eyes flutter closed at the touch. Those words echoing in my mind while I feel that look burning right through me. By the time I open my eyes my skin if of course bright red. "I already know that I like what I see," I murmur, reaching up to echo his touch, back of my fingers stroking his down his cheek.
It’s true. He’s my Angel, gorgeous to look at. But what really takes my breath away as it did just now, is the look on that face when he looks at *me*. Is the look in those eyes when I know he’s thinking of *me*. And that, that is something I’ve never had before. It’s overwhelming and fighting as well as exiting at the same time. “I love what I see,” I correct myself.
"Oh." Like what I see? Well, yes. That does make sense. I don't think I've ever really made love with my glasses on. I'm not sure why, aside from the habit that one takes ones glasses off when going to bed. But I think it also has to do with the fact that I could pretend when my vision was blurred.
No need to pretend anything now.
I smile up at him and let my hand fall away from the glasses after pushing them back up my nose. As I scoot up the bed the smile turns shy at his next words. I likes what he sees. It's on the tip of my tongue to disagree with that. In fact my mouth is already open while my back presses against the pillows. It's the look on his face, in those eyes that stop me though.
Takes my breath away. Eyes flutter closed at the touch. Those words echoing in my mind while I feel that look burning right through me. By the time I open my eyes my skin if of course bright red. "I already know that I like what I see," I murmur, reaching up to echo his touch, back of my fingers stroking his down his cheek.
It’s true. He’s my Angel, gorgeous to look at. But what really takes my breath away as it did just now, is the look on that face when he looks at *me*. Is the look in those eyes when I know he’s thinking of *me*. And that, that is something I’ve never had before. It’s overwhelming and fighting as well as exiting at the same time. “I love what I see,” I correct myself.