Paint me a heart

"Paint me a heart." He ordered with a charming yet cocky smile, pushing one of his hands in the pocket of his black skinny jeans. "What?" I asked again in a dazed state, caught off guard by his sudden closeness. "Paint me a heart." His lips moved in the most perfect way, as his blue eyes pierced mine. I blinked at his request and questioned, "Why would I paint you a heart?” "Because you love me." He stated, as a mischievous smile took over his features.