Feb 2, 2009
sixthandelm

Sweet Nothing

Adam was lying in bed tonight, gazing over at me. I said to him, somewhat coyly, “You’re staring at me.”

“Yes,” he replied lazily.

“Why?” I asked, dreaming of romantic replies such as “because I love you,” or “because you’re beautiful.”

“You’re in my direct line of sight.” He stated simply.

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