She laughs under her breath, wrinkling her nose, which makes kissing hard. She whispers against his lips, one hand skating down to the small of his back, her fingertips drawing idle circles in the soft hair she finds there.

"You're not very good at this part, are you? You can either go back to telling me how beautiful you think I am, which is a real stretch considering I'm in a t-shirt and sweatpants, or you can change the subject entirely."