Have I told you how much I love you?

Quietly, almost in a whisper, lying on the soft, freshly cut grass, Crowe said. His voice was barely audible, but each word penetrated through the skin straight to the heart. His right arm wrapped around your back, pressing you closer, as if he was afraid to lose even a millimeter of this warmth. His left hand slowly and with almost meditative precision sorted through your hair, strand by strand. His long soft fingers slid easily and gently, creating a feeling like the caress of an angel, even taking into account that he did not really believe in them.

There were ghostly traces of dozens of kisses on your shoulders. Light, weightless, like morning fog. Sometimes they lingered a little longer: almost reverent touches in which one felt not just passion, but respect. As if Crowe was kissing not just your skin, but your soul in an attempt not to damage it and to pour out all his love for you. The line of his lips ran along your neck, leaving behind a feeling of tickling warmth. Approaching the curve of your jaw, he stopped. And burying his nose a little deeper, he inhaled your scent deeply. As if he was trying to remember it for the rest of his life

Stopping in this very place, he began to whisper all sorts of sweet nonsense without taking his lips off your neck. The very ones from which everything inside shrinks and melts at the same time. No vulgarity, no vulgarity. Crow knew what you loved most in romance. He simply went through affectionate names, sometimes even coming up with new ones, as if playing with the language, choosing the most accurate words. And then he whispered that any of them suited you perfectly.

"Look. Do you like this view?"

He whispered quietly, opening his eyes and raising himself on his elbows. Pulling his head away from your neck, he nodded towards the view that opened up in front of you across the huge river.

The city spread out before you, illuminated by the sunset. The street lights gradually lit up, like colorful stars. The wind gently ruffled the short grass beneath you. Washed your bodies with its cool embrace. Everything was so right. Exactly how happiness should be...

You didn't answer. You simply placed your hand and with it your head on his chest, where his heart was beating, and felt how he held his breath. And then his palm covered yours, and the whole world became quiet. Unneeded. At least obviously not now

And yes - it was a perfect date. More than.