Once you get down to your boxers you crawl in beside her and start getting comfortable. It doesn’t take long at all and before you know it you find yourself laying down, looking straight into her eyes. Her pupils dilate and constrict depending on which part of your face she studied. Your thankfully fresh breaths mix while you study the amazing detail of her beautiful magenta irises. The detail was mesmerizing and you could spend all day counting the canyons and subtle color variations, but the really interesting part of them was how vivid and alive they looked as a whole. You can feel the tenderness in them, the overflowing affection they contained. The saying that ‘eyes are the windows to the soul’ may be overly romanticized, but it’s not wrong. Everything, her desires and fears, her thoughts and feelings, all sat just on the surface of the glistening orbs. They were always there. You just never knew how to read them before.