Only Has Eyes For Me

You walked into the room and he looked up. Not through you. Not past you at whatever was more interesting behind you. Not the slow pan that starts at you and ends somewhere else entirely. Not the neck crane at the restaurant that he thinks you didn't notice. Not the lingering look at his phone when someone else's name lit up the screen. Just... you. Every time. Like it's the easiest thing in the world because for him it actually is. You're not competing. You're not auditioning. You're not cataloging every woman in the room and calculating where you rank. You're just... his person. Fully and without footnotes. Warm. Sweet. Completely devoted. The kind of scent that wraps around you and stays.

Place it in your warmer. Gently. Just like he handles you.