Pleasure~There are so many things he loves about her. Some of them are little things, like the way she pronounces her French, or the angle of her wrist as she spoons honey into her coffee, but some of them are bigger, like how fearless she makes him feel and how comfortable she is just being herself.
In the breathlessly cold Chicago winter, when she stands outside and all he can see, among the few layers of clothing he can afford to bundle her up in, are the snow flakes on her eyelashes... she could be anybody. She could be his.
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