Okay, I'm stuck in the library and miserable, so here's a peek of what I was working on before I started working on my paper...
“I’ll never understand why men are so judgmental about bubble baths.” Belle took another long sip of wine and set the stemware on the tub’s ledge. “Isn’t this nice?”
Mr. Gold gazed at Belle adoringly. Because, yes, he adored her. “It’s perfect.” She was perfect. Even her imperfections were utterly flawless. The way her lips moved when she was saying a funny-sounding word, the way her nose crinkled when she laughed, the way her hair fell over her face when they were making love . . .
“What are you thinking?” Belle asked.
Gold blinked lazily. If he could, he would never close his eyes, for fear of missing even a millisecond of Belle’s face. “I’m glad I met you,” he said.
Belle smiled. “Come here,” she whispered.