βthe moon looks lovely .. i do like the moon a lotβ
gregory had grown to like the moon and stars. he usually looked at the moon and stars, whenever he felt alone.
βand i will only ever have ears and eyes on you. you are my everythingβ
gently squeezing her hand, the sun was officially gone as the moon had taken its place in the sky.
βeveryone will be talking about how perfect you lookβ
even tho gregory was in love and truly thought that lucy was perfect (which she was), he also knew that many people would try to change his mind.
β oh...? i surely canβt wait to be your wife. β
and lucy did not lie with this, she really couldnβt wait to marry him, to be only his, to be allowed holding his hand infront of others.
βi will always win as i get to marry youβ
gregory his smile widened when she kissed his cheek. marrying lucy, was something that he would never stop speaking of.
βperhaps i should start to pout as well .. i doubt that it will weaken youβ
gregory smirked a little. if their kids ever found out, it would be difficult at home!
βas long as our child does not pout, i am very much okay with itβ
gregory wasnβt going to be able to say no to their child if they were to pout. he was already weak for lucy.
βevery gentleman? who are you trying to weaken?β
gregory said jokingly, allowing his free hand to gently caress her cheek with his thumb. his eyes were still focused on her.
β mayhaps i shall find out how to pout and get my eyes innocently wide, i heard this makes every gentleman weak. β
lucy said in a soft tone, after she returned his kiss gently.
β just admit that my pout makes you weak β
lucy said, a small smile on her lips. The redness of his face gave her still butterflies β like on the first day they met.