[She laughs, lips quirked as she works her arms out of her bra and tosses it off to the side behind one of his shoulders. Now that he's close again she feels compelled to lean forward, dipping for a kiss while the compliment still tingles across her skin and the tickle of allure raises goosebumps over it in a wash.]
You're not so bad looking yourself, there. Her hands find his chest again, his shoulders, feeling over the broadness of them before giving a massaging few squeezes.