Him

I watch his lips as he slowly sips his coffee. 

He doesn’t know how gorgeous he is. 

I could stare longingly at him for hours just drinking his personality in. 

The way his mouth curls into a little grin when he’s smiling makes my knees weak. 

He always smells of the sweetest notes of lavender and aftershave. 

His eyes are as blue as the pacific and as intoxicating as the waves that grace it’s shores. 

I fall in love with him a little more each day. 

He’s like a good mystery book you can’t put away.