Benecio
My eyes constantly sought out Dove as he walked around taking notes and pictures to probably send to Danilo later. I was pretty sure I was head over heels for him because never had I stared at someone the way I did him. It felt like I saw hearts wherever he was, fireworks whenever our eyes connected and when he spoke to me with that beautiful accent of his that made everything he said sound ten times more adorable the world around me burst into song.
He looked devastingly beautiful today, his hair shiny and curled, sunglasses on top of his head as he went through a tile selection with the contractor on what he believed Danilo would like most. I didn't know how Dove took the risk without consulting my brother. He was the most pickest person I knew but Dove seemed to know what he liked with ease. Maybe it was a designer thing, but I knew if it was me Danilo would have probably gotten a stroke when he saw the end results.
