Her voice is sweet and soft and innocent, and I fall in love with her even more in that moment if it is even possible.

She runs a finger over his cheek. "I could get used to this every morning." His cheeks turn pink at her words and he kisses her forehead. "Pretty sure I already have."

She knows this man is going to be the death of her, yet she doesn't care one bit.

He left scorch marks on her skin, blazing trails, like finger prints at a crime scene.