he loved the way she frowned when she checked herself in the mirror , that little smile she made when she was thinking of something funny , the way she rolled her eyes when he made a clumsy double entendre , the way she tucked her feet under when she read , the way she took deep , almost cartoon breaths when she was irritated , the way her eyes welled up with tears when they made love , the way his heart pumped a little faster when she laughed , the way he 'd catch her studying him when she thought he would n't notice , the soft way her eyes closed when she listened to a favorite song on the radio , the way her hand would just take his at any time without hesitation or embarrassment , the way her skin felt , the charge at her touch , the way she 'd drape a leg over him on the lazy mornings , the way her chest felt pressed against his back when they slept , the way when she slipped out of bed in the early morning she 'd kiss his cheek and make sure the blankets still covered him .