*Kim’s POV* I looked over at Anthony. He looked so cute, his dirty blonde hair falling in his face. I reached over and stroked my hand through it. He pulled his attention away from the screen of the television and looked over at me, smiling. He reached his arms over and drew me closer. I sat on his lap, still stroking my hands through his silk like hair. "You always stroke my hair. Why?" he asked. "Because it's so nice. I wish I had hair as soft and nice as yours," I told him. "Your hair is beautiful. Your whole body is beautiful," he complimented. "Me? Beautiful? No way." "I could stare at you forever Kim. You're beautiful," he said, kissing my jaw line. I tilted my head a bit and he kissed my neck. A small moan escaped from the back of my throat. I could feel him smile against my neck. "Say that again," I told him. "You're beautiful Kim. And you're all mine," he said, kissing me on the lips. I smiled and slipped my hands under his shirt, feeling his finely sculpted abdominal muscles. "What're you doing there sweetheart?" he asked, laughing at me. "Feeling your abs. Why, you have a problem with that? You want me to stop?" I smirked. "No, I never said that." "Then why dint you shut up and let my lips and body do the talking?" He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he hardly pressed his lips to mine. [A/N: HAHA! Sorry if you got uncomfortable while reading this! I just had to put that line in!] --------------------- I opened up my eyes when somebody put their lips to my <b>...</b>