He did not mean to be so obvious, but how could one pretend to not be smitten in the face of such perfection?
She was her reason to breathe. The purpose behind everything he did.
Wherever she went, he followed. Whatever she did, he forgave.
She owned him more than he owned her.
From the first moment their eyes met, he knew she would be queen of his life.
Samara rubbed her cheek against his palm, more routine than affectionate.
He sighed as she curled into a comfortable ball at the center of his bed and purred herself to sleep.