It occurs to me, not for the first or even the hundredth time, how beautiful he is. It’s unfair, really. No one man should get to have hair that thick and eyes that blue. No one person should get to be so tall and so broad and so there. There’s too much of him, too much width and depth. I feel overwhelmed. It’s hard to breathe. But it’s his eyes that draw me in most of all. Because they’re looking at me like he’s never seen anything quite so divine.
