Azief smiles. She is reflected in his eyes and he is falling deep. He could see all of her and he likes seeing her smile.
He is relaxed and he is happy. It is a luxury to him. This is what he fought for. For this kind of simple happiness.
He hugged her warmly, tightly and then he kisses her forehead
Then he plants a kiss on top of her nose and then he slowly come down and kisses her on the lips, slowly and passionately.
Then he leans back and look at her face.
She was flushed red.
There is some green flour stuck on her cheek and her hair is slightly messy and she smell a lot like the smoke that the pot behind her is emitting but for some weird reason she looks perfect to him.
And he unconsciously said
'You are perfect' And she heard it and blushes slightly. She releases herself from him and turn back to her pot and then she said
'Now go wait'
