Jen enjoyed the way his hands felt on her back, and she found herself daydreaming of a time when she could feel his hands on her back like that for hours and hours. She didn't remember the last time she had been touched like that, so tenderly. Her husband surely never touched her like that, and its gentleness was what she loved the most.
And she had to smile at the way he was looking at her, the way his lips formed the perfect compliment, one that wasn't forced and was pure. She was suddenly taken back to the years when she was a teenager, and a boy had made butterflies take flight in her stomach. "Thank you," she replied quietly. "You're quite handsome yourself."