"Yes?" and he stops outside my bedroom, eyes red with sin.
"Come here," I say, buttoning up my dress shirt.
"What?"
I look up at him through my eyelashes, through my bangs, baby blues shining with mischief.
"Tell me I'm pretty."
I watch the grin spread across his face, then I watch his hands leave his sides, reach for my neck, and he pulls me into a kiss. Lasts a second, intense, then we pull away and he turns to leave.
"You're pretty," he says over his shoulder. I smile wider.