She laid her head on his bicep and turned to look up at him. His gaze drifted all over her face before a smile cracked his lips. "What?" she asked, lazily circling a finger across his chest. He reached out to touch a fingertip to her cheek in a light caress, "You get more beautiful with age." Their eyes locked for a moment before she looked away, feeling very self-aware under his intense perusal. But his next words brought her attention back to him, 'And I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."