Imagine lying in bed with Puck, propped up on pillows, watching him trace each of your fingers with a content look on his face.
“Why do you do that?” you ask after he turns your palm over and begins tracing the lines on your skin.
“I’m memorizing you,” he replies, giving you a warm smile, his emerald eyes glittering.
“You haven’t already?” you tease, grinning up at him.
“I like a refresher every now and then,” he says, bending to kiss your forehead. “I’m learning there’s always something new and incredible about you I haven’t found out yet.”