There he was, sitting across from me, engrossed in a book. I found my eyes drifting towards him more frequently than ever before. His glasses slightly slid down his nose, a perpetual habit that he seemed unaware of, but it only added to his charm.

His skin was a work of art. It held a certain sheen, a velvety texture that had an alluring quality. I longed to reach across the table, to feel the warmth of his skin under my fingers. But I resisted, afraid that it would break the beautiful bubble we were in.

As he looked up from his book, I quickly averted my gaze. But not before I noticed the glint in his eyes, hidden behind those glasses. A glint that hinted at a world of thoughts, dreams, and stories that he carried within him.

I often teased him about his glasses. They were old-fashioned, the kind you'd see in a vintage store. But, they suited him, and I found myself liking them more each day. Without them, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle the intensity of his gaze.

His shirt clung to him, outlining his physique. It was a simple white shirt, but on him, it was a masterpiece. The way the fabric stretched across his broad shoulders and the way it fell loosely on his waist made my heart flutter.

The way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, the little 'v' cleft below it, and the way his neck tapered to his shoulders were enchanting. I found myself getting lost in these details, details that painted a picture of him in my mind.

As days turned into weeks, my feelings for him only grew stronger. The more I spent time with him, the more I fell for him. But, did he feel the same way? The uncertainty was a constant companion, filling my thoughts.

One day, he caught me looking at him. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. But he just smiled, a smile that reached his eyes, making them sparkle. It was then I knew; he felt the same way too.

That night, as we sat under the stars, he took off his glasses and looked at me. His eyes held a warmth, a promise. He reached out, taking my hand in his. His skin was as soft as I imagined, warm and inviting.

His touch sent a wave of electricity through me. I looked up at him, his face illuminated by the soft moonlight. He was more beautiful than I had ever seen him. And in that moment, I knew I was irrevocably in love with him.

As I leaned in, he met me halfway. Our lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, a perfect end to a perfect night. It was a moment I would cherish forever, a moment that marked the beginning of our love story.