This Has To Stop

"Of course..."

Saphy looked up at the sky and sighed contently, a curl of smoke leaving her lips.

Kenneth smiled, feeling so lucky.

Saphy closed her eyes and lay her head on his arm.

Kenneth kissed her nose.

Saphy looked at him and blushed.

Kenneth smiled.

Saphy blushed even deeper, looking away.

Kenneth frowned. Was his smile not nice?

"Your smile is too gorgeous," Saphy murmured. "It can't be for me."

Kenneth blushed. "it's certainly not for anybody else..."

Saphy shook her head.

"Only for you..."

"That would mean you would never smile without me."

"I hardly do..."

Saphy blushed again.
"How..." she said, and she was lost for words.

"I'm not much one for smiling."

"I like it when you smile. It makes you look like the Byronic hero out of a Victorian novel."

"A byronic hero? I should hope not!"

"I was always a sucker for byronic heroes."

"Really?"

"Yes... like Heathcliffe. I had a hopeless crush on him for years and years."

"I'm still in shock you compared any part of me to be Byronic-heroish..."

"You're lacking the cynicism and arrogance, but you're gorgeous, introsepctive, self-depreciating, intelligent, mysterious, charismatic, an outcast... I'm not sure about the seductiveness and sexual dominance though..." Saphy said, ticking thing off on ehr fingers.

Kenny laughed, leaning in and kissing her. She was wonderful.