I like his hands. I like putting mine against his as we gasp at how much bigger his fingers are than mine. I like it when we play wrestle,and his fingers wrap around mine.

I like his hair. I like to run my fingers through it and play with it. I like it when he leans against me and the smell of his hair sinks into my clothes and I feel like he's a part of me.

I like his eyes. They're deep blue, with flecks of gold that show up in the sunlight.
I like the way they crease when he laughs and light up like a thousand stars when he smiles,and the cute smile lines that soften up his firm looking jawline.

I like his smile too,and his laugh. He sometimes let's out a small chuckle,other times laughs out so hard that hardly no sound comes out. And all the while he's smiling that gorgeous smile,and when it's directed to me, I can't help but go weak at the knees.