I love the way he runs his hand through his hair, constantly messing it up one moment, smoothing it the next. One time, I tried counting how many times he does that in one hour, I lost count after twenty. (He does that running-hand-through-hair thing A LOT more when he's singing.) I like it better though when I'm the one running my fingers through his hair. "It's practically a crime for a guy to have hair this smooth and silky!" I'd say, as I pull him down for a kiss. "Well you can arrest me anytime, so long as I get kisses like these as punishment." He'd tease.

I love how his eyes seems to light up, and how the corners of his mouth dimples slightly whenever he smiles. Despite that handsome face, he can make the goofiest expressions that can get me laughing no matter what mood I'm in. So it's hard to stay mad when he goes all dorky-cute on me after a petty argument. For about half an hour he'd usually let me sulk, then he'd go apologize with those cute puppy-eyed expression and if it still doesn't work, he'd bring out the dork card. Gets me every time.

I love the way he playfully pulls the hood of his jacket over my eyes whenever I borrow it, pretending to reprimand me for wearing that off-shoulder baby doll dress, only to get cold and steal his jacket. I know he loves it when I wear that it, he'd only kissed my shoulder only about five times since he picked me up from work two hours ago.

I love how we can spend an entire Saturday under a ton of blankets, just cuddling as we watched all the Star Wars movies for the nth time. We'd play rock-paper-scissors to decide who'll make popcorn or get the iced tea refill next. I almost always win, but I think he lets me, so I like surprising him by making his favorite food for lunch (he loves any thing made with flour) or getting his favorite ice cream.

But he does little surprises in return too, like this one time I remember he tried making sushi rolls for me. The seaweed wrap kept breaking, and the rice were kinda falling out, but other than that, the rolls were actually pretty good. (bonus kiss points!)

Sometimes, I'd hear my secretary calling in that there was a delivery for me even though I didn't remember ordering anything. Then he'd waltz in through the door, grinning as he lifts a Starbucks to-go bag. It's almost as if he knows the times I really need a sweet fix with my favorite caramel frappe and glazed doughnut. But I think he knows I like the caramel-flavored kisses afterwards, better.

We've been on countless dates by now, but it's funny how on some occasions, he'd still get frantic and forgetful when we'd go out. He'd pick me up and I'd see that his glasses are a bit crooked or his necktie is just hanging untied around his collar, so I'd have to fix it up. "It's not like it's our first date, really." I'd admonish in a mock-serious tone, before I'd stand on tiptoes so I can give him a quick kiss "But I love how you can be my little dork." He'd pull be closer and whispers, "And I love how gorgeous you look tonight, babe." before kissing me back.