the look

"Oh wow, that was the best look you ever gave me."
"What look was it?"
"A lovingly look, you never looked at me like that before. That was great, I'm saving your face in brain like that forever. Wow."

Love expressed in a glance. In that moment, love was all around us. All through our bodies and beaming through my eyes to him. Lovingly, such a great description. In that moment, the bed was wrapping around us and the temperature was perfect. Neither of us spoke or even thought, only felt.

His fingers crawled up my spine, he loved my skin and it loved him. "Lashes," he whispered; daring me to look back. He loved my eyelashes and called me that when he wanted to see my eyes. He wanted that look, and he would always have it. "That lovingly look..."

I guess that is what Shakespeare tried to capture in his sonnets, the reason cupid shoots his arrows, and that feeling Casanova sparked in his many lovers.

We found it. It was right there in that moment, in that bed, in that glance. That lovingly look.