As the sun rose above London,he kissed her on Albert Bridge. She was filled with an inexplicable burst of joy although it could have been the champagne.
That night,they lay in the darkness on her soft,warm bed. He let her hold him tightly as he whispered the sincere sweetest thing in her ear. She shivered a little and his whispers only made her clutched his arms tighter,but she was careful enough not to hurt him. As the night goes on,the only sound she could hear was the ticking of the minute hand on the wall clock. She turned her head to looked at him. He was sound asleep. He looked cute when he sleeps. She ran her fingers through that soft hair of his,then traced her fingers down,to his cheek,his nose,he filched a little and she giggled. She then continued tracing down his lips,he was flawless,he was perfect,she couldn't have asked for anything better.
As she continued to stared at his perfect,handsome, face,she suddenly felt tears forming in her eyes,she was about to cry. But there was something quite different,this wasn't the normal sad cry,nor was it those heart-breaking,tiresome cry that she often had alone,in the middle of the night. This was completely different,she was crying tears of joy. And thought that she liked it. Alot.
The next minute,she found herself safely wrapped in his arms. He had heard her soft sniffing and thought otherwise. She didn't said a word,afraid that it might break this wonderful embrace. She just smiled and returned his hug and quietly prayed in her heart,
"God,please don't let this night end too soon"