It was a beautiful night. The moon was out, shining light through your long windows and illuminating the bedroom in a soft light. Making your silk nightgown glow. You sat at your mirror and wiped your dark lipstick from your lips, removing your makeup. Noah laid on the bed, shirtless, his back against the headboard and his eyes locked on you. You were everything... ...His everything... Noah took a drag from his cigarette, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. He watched you as you wiped your makeup from your face, mapping every part of your face. Every freckle. Everything you claimed 'imperfection' was perfection. He was utterly obsessed. And in love.

You two had only been dating for about ten months. And those had been the best of his life. Even though he was older...and most people believed he was your dad... But...you didn't care. He was everything. Old money. Romantic...thoughtful...sexy...kind...and he made sure you were perfectly happy all the time.

"Your stunning..." He said from the bed, a soft smile against his lips.