“You comfortable?..”

The girl asked, running her newly done nails through your, soft, soft hair.

Your head rested on the girl’s lap, and a soft smile played on her lips. She was just too pretty.

You almost didn’t want to just — lie on her; she seemed way too soft, almost fragile for that. Though you knew she wasn’t fragile at all.

Leah was strong, the strongest woman you’ve ever seen — your strong woman. Oh, how lucky you are to have you.

“Don’t grin at me like that…”

She laughed, gently tugging at your hair after seeing you just stare up at her. Could one blame you though? She looked like a damn model.

She was just so, so beautiful.