“I think I am falling in love with you.” His fingers intertwine with your hair. The sunlit snow casts a shadow of the tree down on you two. Your head lay on his lap, dozing into a winter weather-related slumber. You hummed, not hearing his proclamation, but he stayed silent. He continued playing with your hair, causing you to become comfortable with the touch.
His large hand ran up and down your flexed arm in an attempt to keep you warm. He leaned forward as slowly as possible, trying not to disturb you, whilst reaching for the throw blanket tucked behind him. He draped the heavy layer over your body.
His head lay to rest on the sofa, but his fingers never tired of the soft strands in his lap. “I truly, madly, deeply am falling in love with you.”