She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe not the world's definition of perfect, but you're just the right kind of perfect for me. I'm happy and you're happy, that's all that matters. If I miss the mark you have to tell me, too. I don't want to disappoint."
Pippa thought she'd melt against his lips, her whole body suddenly feeling like it was on fire as he kissed her. "Mmmhmm, come back," she mumbled, pulling him back in by the back of the neck, wanting more kissy kissy time. "You always taste like candy."