*Phoenix POV*
I couldn’t stop staring at him, he was pure perfection wrapped in a masculine package. My fingers gently followed the edge of his jaw as I watched a smile warm his face. His Icy blue eyes were soft and incredibly bright. There was no trace of the mask he once preferred to wear around me. I ran my finger over his brow and touched the thin white line that caused a gap in the thick black hair, a scar he had gotten years ago... like the many he would probably sport after today. My heart hurt at the thought, like someone squeezed the air from my lunges. As my fingers run over his cheek I allow the stubble to prick their tips. I watch his eyes close softly, enjoying the affection I bestowed upon him. If only he knew the act was nowhere close to the intensity of what I felt inside.
