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I adore him.

I adore every part of him.

I adore him in different ways.

I adore when he scrunches his hose.

Or when he’s sleeping and the only thing I can hear is his breath, calm and quiet.

And when his hands made their way through all my body.

When he whispers how much he loves me.

Or when he kisses me on the forehead before leaving.

He tastes like coffee in the morning and like strawberry in the afternoon.

I adore every kiss and how they always taste different.

I adore when he’s playing games and how he screams of excitement.

I adore when he is lying next to me, hugging me, and kissing me softly.

Or when he fills the room with his laugh.

I adore him.