“I don’t mind a night light if it makes you feel more comfortable.” I kiss her nose gently, “You should’ve told me sooner.” “It’s embarrassing.” That won’t do. I grip her chin tightly, pressing my forehead against hers, “You never have to be embarrassed around me, Layla. I’m entirely enamored with every part of you. You’re mine, right?” “Yours.” She responds, smiling. I could stare at that smile every second of every day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
