James loves Lily best at 6 am on a Tuesday, when she burrows under the covers and murmurs something to herself before slipping back into a deeper sleep. He hates getting out of bed and leaving her. He presses a kiss to her forehead before he goes.
James loves Lily best at noon on a Saturday, when they carry their sandwiches outside and eat them in the grass and the sunlight is tangling through her hair and turning it golden. He can’t help but reach out to tuck a silky strand behind her ear.
James loves Lily best at 8 pm on a Monday, when she’s curled up barefooted on the couch with a book tucked in her lap and she’s pulling her lower lip between her teeth in concentration. He’s polishing his broomstick but he’s also watching her, transfixed.
James loves Lily best at 9 am on a Sunday, when her hands are clutched around her favorite mug and the steam curls up around her face as she smiles at him or at something he’s said. He smiles back because it seems like all he can do when she’s around.
James loves Lily best at 5 pm on a Wednesday, when she’s padding around the kitchen for a little of this and a little of that to add to the pot. He slips up behind her and pulls her close, dropping his nose into the crown of her head until he’s filled with the smell of her.
James loves Lily best at midnight on a Friday, when they’re out late with friends and her laughter rings out like bells and makes her green eyes dance. The rest of the world has become a little bit hazy, but he sees her so clearly she might as well be the only other person in the room.
James loves Lily best at 3 pm on a Thursday, when she pulls him up by the hand and drags him outside because it’s too nice of a day to spend it indoors. He slips his fingers between hers and their linked hands swing gently between them. He can’t remember when he was happier.
James loves Lily best.