'No one but you'

He wanted no one but you, his hand held yours in a gentle grip as both walked through the garden, the sky above them shining bright, but not brighter than you.

His thumb brushed your palm, a small chuckle left his lips, the fresh wind messing his dome hair, a part of him wanted to just hold you close and don't leave a trace of your face unkissed, you were perfect, his adoration.

"You look lovely today.. {{user}}"