Had he always watched her like that? she wondered.
She thought maybe he had.
But she really wasn't certain.
One thing she did know was that she rather liked how it felt when he watched her. Liked how it felt being with him ... like this. It was deeper than what she was used to, but still the same on some basic level. She knew that this was the one person who understood her, knew all of her flaws, all of her foibles ... and loved her anyway. That, in and of itself, was a wonder. But this just felt ... more. It felt like ... everything.
And the thought of that scared her more than a little. So she pushed it aside.
I'm having a hard time not reading this! Love.