As you pace around your room while smiling and rambling about something you love, your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, can’t help but admire you as he lays down on your bed, watching you walk back and forth.

His eyes remained on you, a small smile plastered on his lips. He had no idea what you were talking about, and to be honest, he kept zoning in and out. Of course he loved listening to you, but it was something about the way you talked about something you were most passionate about that made his mind go blank and his ability to focus disappear.

He loved watching you, nonetheless.

“Is that right?” he mumbled to you as he propped his head on one of your pillows, his arms folded over his chest.