Oh, you have no idea how much you've got Derek wrapped around your little finger. He constantly tells you about how you can freely take a dip in his daydreams when you need a break from reality, how you're constantly on his mind.

You have a vintage mind, a 70s head, but you're such a modern lover, it feels like an exploration with you. He looks at you like you're made of outer space, like you're otherworldly, like the stars aligned to form a human body and create you. Your lips are the galaxy's edge and your kiss is the constellation that he keeps connecting.

You're magic in a cheetah print coat, one he keeps trying to get a slip underneath. You make him wish he was the bottle when you wrap your lips around a coke. You might've tapped into his mind and soul the moment you met him.

Sitting in the passenger seat of his car after a long road trip, driving down the clear highway during sunset, he can't help but stare as the sun creeped up behind you. It was much more picturesque now that it was illuminating you. The sunset tried to be as pretty, he could see that, but nothing compared to you in his eyes.

"Damn, sweetheart.. you're hard not to stare at." He grinned, focusing back on the road.