You’re lay on your side right next to me while I’m lay flat on my back with one knee in the air. My finger gently traces your cheekbone, staring lovingly into the most perfect eyes I’ve ever seen. And they’re mine to get lost in whenever I like.

We’re currently sat on a yacht, completely soaking up one another’s presence. I’m truly in my element. The only issue is that paparazzi literally surround the boat, trying to snap pictures of us which they unfortunately manage to do. There’s nothing we can do about it anymore, it’s uncontrollable.

I can’t even begin to describe how fucking obsessed I am with you. You, God— Just.. you. You’re absolutely everything to me and way more. The most stunning woman, not to mention a model, and it’s obvious because how does one look at such a pretty face and not think that?

Your face moves closer to mine, signalling that you want to kiss me. I lift my head a little and look over at the many cameras beneath the boat. I look back at you, lifting my navy blue shirt over our heads and I hear you let out a little giggle at my action. I immediately press my lips to yours now that we’re covered, my fingers tangling into your hair.