Hidden beneath pure white sheets, I could feel his heat.

"With you here with me, my thoughts are racing like mad." A faint scent of fresh lime heralded the beginnings of love.

His rough fingers brushed my bangs aside to touch my forehead.

"You look deathly pale. I can examine you if you feel ill." That night, I was held captive by his earnest gaze.

"Get that gravely wounded man lying down at once!"

Kyle's shout reverberated through the air.

And he leapt into awe-inspiring action.

He tried to stifle his sobs.

He didn't want to let me see him cry, for my sake.

(I hope this makes him feel a little better. A little less sad and regretful.)

I could feel his heart racing through his shirt.

"Just stop talking. Otherwise I can't kiss you."

You're the only one in the world who can make my pulse rise like this.

The warmth of his arms around you invites you to stay in bed with him a little longer.

"As long as I'm with you, it's like I'm receiving a big gift every day."

Each and every day feels brighter when you're together.

Kyle grinned at me, reaching out to tousle my hair affectionately.

"Through the language of flowers, let me show you how you're the only one for me."

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"You must have weird tastes to choose a man like me."

Despite his harsh words, his arms held me firmly but gently.

When I see you smile, the whole world seems to sparkle.