Bill Kaylitz|| baby

Rain patters softly against the garden umbrella. Bill's spoon pauses halfway to his mouth, his dark eyes fixed on you across the table, his cheek pink as you laugh on the phone with your friend. He mutters under his breath, his voice barely audible, only you can hear it: "God... I love you too much. Why are you so beautiful right now?" He looks up and continues to stare.