"Like what?" She rested her elbows on the table and placed her chin in her palms.
He continued to look at her pensively for a few more moments before blinking slowly. His face seemed to soften as it often did these days when he looked at her. She bit her lip as his eyes searched hers.
"Alright, here comes my moment of openness that we are working on."
Excitement bubbled in her.
"I'm listening," she encouraged.
"The honest answer is that I think about you… all the time. Every day, maybe even every moment at the back of my mind. I'm just always thinking about you. Maybe it's in the smallest of ways, but you are always there." He gulped. "I think about you in every decision I make. Or just now, when you laughed, I was thinking about how I could make you do that again."
'Oh my.'
"You have the brightest smile, did you know that? Your nose scrunches up and your eyes sparkle and it's the cutest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life."
