of her index finger connecting with the tip of his nose. a small 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑝 sound escapes at that when she smiles, ocean blue hues daring to meet his. “ no such thing, handsome. ”
remaining close, lips hardly away from his —— a quiet refusal to part, and a restraint at the same time because if she was to kiss him, 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚, she wouldn’t be able to stop.
“ perfect ? ” a whisper, the tip »
A wicked smile carved onto his lips as she kissed him. He almost wanted to pinch himself in the moment to see if this was not some silly dream... but it would also be a dream he wouldn't want to wake up from.
" god. . . You are perfect to me."
scanning their surroundings; left, then right, as if she’s crossing a street. her heart is beating like a drum when she steps closer ——standing on her tiptoes to reach him—— and connecting their lips with a quick peck.
i’m complimenting you, and all of it has been sincere. i have no interest to win any favour … i just happen to like you but, i can stop with the compliment if that crosses the comfort barrier.