We set up a campfire somewhere deep in the woods, far away from the city lights and the noise of the club. I was busy roasting the turkey over the open flames, making sure the skin got that perfect golden brown crunch, while Princess just sat there on a log. She wasn't helping at all. All she did was watch me, her chin resting on her hand, and she just kept smiling.
I caught her staring again, her eyes reflecting the flickering orange light of the fire.
"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked. I tried to keep my voice steady and hide my own smile, but it was hard.
"I'm just picturing the fact that I have a beautiful girlfriend like you," she said. Her voice was soft, and she didn't look away for even a second. She was still smiling that wide, genuine smile that always seemed to catch me off guard.
Oh, that smile of hers is intoxicating. Day by day, I feel my knees weaken whenever she looks at me like that. It's like she has this power over me that I can't quite explain.
