““I don't understand," she said. "I have no clue what you were trying to say this morning." "Yeah. I'm sorry. I'm not firing on all eight cylinders right now." He self-consciously attempted to rub away the purpling sags beneath his eyes. After the white spots dissipated she had impossibly grown even more beautiful. She was magical like that; even if he only looked away for a moment, when he returned his gaze upon her, those cheeks, those eyes, those lips were somehow even more enticing. Somehow even more irresistible. Jesus, could she make him thump. "I didn't really sleep last night. After reading your comments and seeing your handwriting again after such a long time...my head shot into a kind of hyperdrive." "What do you mean?" Her eyes fluttered as she looked up at him. Not flirtatiously, but with inquisitiveness. Oh, the way she fluttered those lids. His chest expanded; he was beyond enamored of her intellect and the way she always needed to get the clearest picture possible. "I just couldn't stop thinking how great everything was between us, and how fantastic everything is going to be once we work out the personal shit we're both dealing with," he said. "I had goosebumps trilling up my arms and the back of my neck because I have already done three or four rewrites, and like eighty percent of the changes I made mirrored your suggestions." He took a deep breath. He would inhale her entirety if he could, make her a permanent part of himself- absorb her being. "It was kind of eerie." He placed a clumsy hand on her cheek and caressed her eyebrow with his thumb, wishing to god it were his bottom lip. "And so not surprising.””
