“There,” he says, awe in his voice. I expect him to be looking at what I am, the pounding waves that send metallic gold into the air, fill my ears, the sun that is now melting into the horizon. But he’s not. I turn my head slightly and up and he’s staring down at me. He’s looking at me like I’m the sunset. After every single amazing sunset Wolf has probably seen in his long life, he’s looking at me like I’m a brand-new experience.
this is gonna be just the cutest cutie pie wholesome couple
