He gives her one of his handsome goofy grins and mouths 'I love you too.'  He thinks about how much a getaway was needed for them both and smiled at the thought of a weekend with her.  It had been a while and he looked forward to the smell of her hair and the taste of her lips.  She always tasted like cherries to him; he assumed because of her chap stick or lip stick.  Whatever, he thinks, he was a guy and didn't care.  All he cared about was her.  He didn't take that traditional get a girl and ignore the girl role that other guys did.  He wanted her for months before asking her out.  Her beautiful eyes inspired him and made him think he was looking at an angel.  He wondered which heaven she fell out of, most of the time.  Her soft skin spoke to him in ways that nothing else could.  Every time he kissed it, he smelled her and it was euphoric.  God, he thinks, I do love her.  She turned me into a wimp, but man, I have her and I really don't have to pretend to be a man.  She makes me one just being with me.  Oh, he thinks, good line.  He waits for his princess to garner the ice and come back to him so he may flatter her yet again, hopefully make her give him a real smile and not one of these half disappointed ones.