Quirks

He turned and glared at her as she sat there talking about all her flaws. Things that he did not see as flaws at all, she was quirky and it made her more interesting. It made him crazy to hear her do this.

"Stop." he ground out and he instantly felt bad when he saw the hurt in her eyes as he cut her off. He just could not listen to her say one more bad thing about her body or the way she seemed to always know just where to poke at him to get a response.

"Has it ever occurred to you that someone might be out there, who notices your small quirks and finds your mind as fascinating as your soul and your body?" He walked towards her, keeping his eyes on hers.
"Someone who's hands get sweaty, their heart starts racing and their breath gets shaky when you are anywhere near and they want to be closer to you but you don't realize."
He hoped his breath was not shaking.
"Because it never occurred to you that someone might be out there who wants to love your smallest quirks."

He was kneeling before her on the couch, his dark eyes intense on hers.
He watched her lick her lips, slide her palms over her legs and could see her trembling.

"Who would that person be who wants to be with outspoken, strange, quirky me?" she said shakily.

He smiled and realized he had his own quirks and this woman knew all of them. Knew them, embraced them and took them in stride.
He leaned closer, watching those gorgeous green eyes widen. He knew this was the right path, this was where he should be.
when he was a scant inch from her lips he whispered.

"That would be me."

His lips pressed to hers in a deep kiss and their racing hearts took off together.