I smile warmly when he turns around and we can look into each others eyes. I feel loved, safe, and just content, happy. I'm not worried about whatever gets thrown at us cause we're just solid. I haven't freaked him out at all either by basically admitting to him that I think he's 'the One'. I don't respond because we keep kissing, but I think he's gonna love it and so am I. "I can't wait to just feel you..." I murmur as he starts to prepare me for him.