Berry stretched out his hand and reached for Stuart's face, running his knuckles along his cheeks and feeling the warm skin that was dewy with sweat. His hand moved under Stuart's chin, and with one finger, he traced Stuart's perfect jawline, his lower lip, the bridge of his nose, stopping finally at Stuart's eyebrows. "Beautiful," he muttered. That was the only word he could use to describe Stuart right now. He was absolutely beautiful, so breathtaking. Stuart was his boyfriend, his alone.