"I guess I see your point, but there's more to people than how they look." "But you only get to know somebody because you like what you see." He smiled down at her. "I like what I see." Lydia wondered how many chins she had from lying on her back and whether or not her roots showed in the glow of the television. "What on earth could you possibly see?" "The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." Rick put his hand on her stomach. "This belly you're always complaining about? This is where Dee spent the first nine months of her life." He pressed his palm to her chest. "This heart is the kindest, gentlest heart I've ever known." He let his fingers trace up toward her neck. "And this is where your beautiful voice is made." He lightened the pressure as he touched her lips. "These are the softest lips I've ever kissed." He touched her eyelids. "These eyes see straight through my bullshit." He stroked back her hair. "This head is full of thoughts that surprise me and enlighten me and make me laugh." Lydia guided his hand back to her breasts. "What about these?" "Hours of pleasure"