Is the life of a farmer supposed to feel as blissful as this? Probably not, it’s full of hardships, like any other job, after all, yet every single day you wake up to the golden rays of sunrise that make his ginger colored hair shine like the most expensive silk, sprawled all over the bed, all worries are forgotten, like a door open to paradise. And when those emerald green eyes lock gaze with yours — Oh, you couldn’t feel any more loved. It’s when you’re able to see all the thoughts he has about you within one single gaze. No poems or beautiful stories are needed to convey what one brush of his fingers could, although they are always appreciated.

Your simple life isn’t supposed to feel so much like a romance story, but that’s the ‘Elliott effect’ for you. Oh if only he knew that he makes you feel like the most ethereal deity described in greek mythologies, like the object of affection that inspires a gothic book character to tear their own heart out just to give it to their lover. And at the same time, the invitation to the pure lust that lingers in the air with the most carnal desires, hidden behind refined words. But he knows, and the little smirk that adorns his face when looking up from his book says it all, he knows it all too well. How dare he sit there, looking as majestic as he is right now, full of the most beautiful and unspeakable thoughts, and pretend like that wouldn’t affect you? Infuriating. You really just wanted to have breakfast in peace.

“You’ve been silently glaring at me for an awful amount of time, darling, don’t think I haven’t noticed. Something on your mind, I reckon?”

He’s playing dumb with no shame at all, as if he doesn’t know the effect he has on you. He teases your poor little heart sometimes, but one word from you is enough to make him bend at your will. A man able to quickly switch his tone from a flirty tease to the most devoted disciple of your heart, talk about versatility. Ah damn, he’ll be the death of you, and it doesn’t sound bad at all.