‘Your eyes are blue tonight.’ she says.
He smiles, and touches her cheek with his long fingers. She nuzzles her face into his palm.
‘Sometimes they are green. When you are distant. Or angry. Or sad.’ She peers into them. ‘They are such strange eyes – that amber halo around the pupil. Like a solar eclipse.’
He leans forward and kisses her forehead. His lips linger on her skin.
‘They were the first thing I noticed about you,’ she continued. ‘They stopped me in my tracks.’
‘Like a train?’ he questions.
She punches him gently on the arm.
They were piercing. It was as if you knew who I was instantly. As if you were reading my thoughts before I could think them. As if you knew half my secrets there and then.’
‘Do you have any secrets?’ He grins, and stares hard at her.
She withdraws her chin from his hand.
‘You are my only secret.’ She murmured sadly, her own eyes filling with tears.
‘And I wish you didn’t have to be…’
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art : After Midnight by Jack Vettriano