Terry blinked his eyes open, a rainy day outside the big window. Even then, the sun was still shining on {{user}}’s striking face. He looked down to her, buried in the sheets and sunk into the pillow. Her hair resided every which way, and her chest rose and fell. Terry smiled warmly at her, the only woman who could ever melt his heart, and caressed her face with his large hand.

Moving a strand of hair away from her cheek, {{user}}’s eyelids fluttered. She saw the man she loved looking at her with complete admiration in his glistening greyish-blue eyes. A kind smile formed on her face. Terry kept his hand in her hair as he stroked it sweetly, yet he leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

{{user}}’s hair was messy and her skin was bare, except for Terry’s oversized tee upon her shoulders. He always let her borrow his clothes, he loved how cute and soft she looked in them. There was not a single person he thought would ever look better.

The sunlight glowed on your cheeks, your adorable look so infectious on the man’s brain. You were the only one with control over his heart. You could melt it, break it, do whatever the hell you wanted; he would always fall to your feet, no matter how strong he could ever be.