"I wish you would stop looking at me like that," Chloe said without turning her head. The sun was setting, slowly inching past the horizon. Its brilliant orange rays shone on her hair, and turned her dark hair into a glowing copper.
"Looking at you like what?" Matt asked, even though he knew. He just wanted to hear her say it. He sat down next to her on the porch swing.
"Like you could never get tired of looking at me," she said, an undeniable hint of sadness in her voice.
"You're right. I could never get tired of that."