[S- smiles back and nuzzles against him in turn, distracted by that for a moment and just focuses on breathing out, collecting his thoughts and trying not to get overwhelmed]
Yeah. You do. [;_; ♥] You love when I accept your compliments. You love when I compliment you back, because someone as pretty as you deserves as much praise as he can get. [And before you can scold him for not focusing on himself, shhh] You love my dimples and the shape of my ears and each of my scars, and the spots where there are no scars. You love the way my chest feels, the way you can hear my heartbeat when you're pressed close enough, feel my breath. You love my hips, my legs... [and smiles here because yes,] and I have it on pretty good authority that you're rather fond of my other assets.