NATHANIEL HAVE never felt this way, ever with any woman.
"I-"
"You're beautiful," He reiterated. She stiffened, but Nathaniel continued to hold her, refusing to release her. "I love the colour of your eyes. They intrigue me, the way they change. So many shades of colour, of meaning—like a window to your soul."
She blushed, but Nathaniel hadn't even began to tell her all the things he found equipment special about her. "You've no idea how beautiful you hair looks when the sunshine plays on it." His heart wanted to tell her about the afternoon he'd found her working in the backyard with the children all around her, but he couldn't find the word. "I love your mouth." To prove it he leaned in kissing her on her lips, leisurely, thoroughly.
"Nate." She sighed.
"But most of all," He s
