John was sitting in front of a field with your head in his lap as you were both reading. A breeze came through and John lifted his head slightly from his book, taking a breath of the fresh air.

He lowered his book and gazed down into your eyes. Gently, he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"How's your book?"

He inquired in an almost whisper. His eyes look directly into yours in a loving manner. A small smile graced his features as he takes in your beauty.