"What do I have to do to make you happy?" he said looking intently into my eyes while waiting for an answer.
I didn't have one but that was the perfect question. He listens attentively and studies my rhythm. He's quietly sexy, perfectly thoughtful, and never raises his voice. He's a bit sarcastic but because of my backwards sense of humor, I think it's funny. He initially avoids the question but later circles back. He's very conscious and I can appreciate that.
He is a man of few words choosing them every so carefully. We stand together in the silence of night staring into the sky until he says, "I adore you." He never looked away from the stars but he smiles and a dimple graces his face.
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