I cupped her face in my hands, looking into those pink eyes that had captivated me from the first day. The softness there, the trust—it hit me in places I didn't know could still be touched.
"You have me," I whispered, easing her back onto the bed. "All of me."
Her hands gripped my shoulders as I pushed her dress further down, helping her wiggle out of it completely. She lay there in just her white bra and cotton panties, her skin flushed pink from her face all the way down to her chest. Her pink and black striped hair spread across the pillow like some kind of anime protagonist's dream girl.
And she was mine. At least for now.
"You're beautiful," I said, and meant it.
She reached for me, trying to pull me on top of her, but I resisted. "Not yet."
"Why not?" A hint of impatience colored her voice.
"Because," I said, trailing kisses down her neck, between her breasts, across her stomach, "I want to make sure you're taken care of first."
Her breath hitched. "I don't need—"
