I trail my fingers up the column of her throat to her chin and tip it up slightly. “Open your eyes, Peyton.” Violet irises meet my blues and hum with anticipation. The gray flecks sparkle with delight. I lean in, my lips a whisper over hers as I hold her gaze. “I love you, Peyton.”
The sentiment flows with such ease. My whole body comes alive. A blazing buzz spreads like an electrical current, zapping and sparking and jolting anew. Breath fills me with life as my heart learns a new rhythm.
“I love you, too.” Peyton closes the space between us and kisses me as if we have found ourselves. Here, in this moment. Together.
We peel away our clothes and rediscover each other. Learn who we are with our proclamations in the open. Make love to each other until we are bone tired and in a pile of tangled limbs. And in the early morning hours, I hug her close to my side and whisper I love you in her ear as we drift off to sleep.
Happy, sated, and head over heels in love.