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To see Carson is to see her smiles.
There’s the nervous smile when she’s unsure of herself, but takes the risk anyway. It’s vulnerable in a way I could never be. But she naturally exudes courage. Don’t tell her I said that.
There’s the ‘I love you so much’ smile. It shows up anytime she’s around someone she loves. And yet, each person gets a slightly different smile. Almost like her smile is an extension of her unique relationship with each one.
I love her down and gritty smile when we play baseball on weekends. When she gets into ‘We’re gonna play fucking filthy’ mode, I want to do filthy things to her that have nothing to do with baseball.
My favorite smile is the one she gives me just as I touch her favorite spot, or when I kiss her inner thigh. The one with heated eyes, flared nostrils, and a slight bite to her bottom lip.
Dios mio, Carson Shaw, me encantes.
I love seeing her many smiles. I love that I witness them everyday. I love that she allows me to be her pillow at night and the first thing she sees every morning.
Carson, te amo.