He watched her as she read. He loved the way she smiled and frowned unconsciously. His eyes followed her fingers – the never stopped moving.
She would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, drum her fingertips against her cheek, bite her nails, play with the corner of the book, or rub her fingertips over one another.
Her eyes fluttered as she turned the page once more and looking up for a moment to smile at him. He grinned back at her while she returned to her reading.
She was his and each of her movements confirmed it yet again.