He'll always be handsome to her. She knows one day he'll be old and--well, she supposes he's already lost the color in his hair, but he'll wear the passage of time on his skin for all to see. But she knows she'll love him all the same, and it's clear in her eyes as she nuzzles her cheek into his touch.
"My eyesight is perfect." Hunter's sight and all that. Still, she can't resist a witty remark, grinning before kissing his palm. "I'd be more worried for what that says about the rest of the population."
Not that she particularly cares to look herself. She's happily taken, and she looks forward to a lifetime with the man beneath her.
"You've always been handsome to me."
And he knows as well as she does that there's been no opportunity for a concussion in the safety and comfort of Whitestone. The worst injury was a bruised toe when stepping around their sturdy, heavy, expensive bedframe and misjudging the clearance because the damn thing is so big. What a problem to have.
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"My eyesight is perfect." Hunter's sight and all that. Still, she can't resist a witty remark, grinning before kissing his palm. "I'd be more worried for what that says about the rest of the population."
Not that she particularly cares to look herself. She's happily taken, and she looks forward to a lifetime with the man beneath her.
"You've always been handsome to me."
And he knows as well as she does that there's been no opportunity for a concussion in the safety and comfort of Whitestone. The worst injury was a bruised toe when stepping around their sturdy, heavy, expensive bedframe and misjudging the clearance because the damn thing is so big. What a problem to have.