I tilted my head back to look up at him, my heart beating strong and sure. Laying his clothes on the bed, Gideon came to me. I swung my legs, too full of love and happiness to sit still. “I picked out this suit because the color reminds me of your eyes.” “It’s uncanny how often we think alike,” he said.
He wore only black boxer briefs, affording me the joy of admiring his leanly ripped body and taut golden skin. He unhooked the tie from the rack and stepped back into the bedroom with a graphite gray suit draped over his forearm.
“I love your eyes,” I told him with an easy shrug. He glanced over to where I sat on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, a cup of coffee in my hands. The one that matches your eyes.” I had a direct view into the walk-in closet, where Gideon was picking out the suit he’d wear to wrap up the week.
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