Lyla couldn't help smiling at the compliment, just as she always did when he said things like that on her. A smarter girl might have assumed it was a line, but Lyla always took such things sincerely. He might not need lines like that to really woo her anymore, but it certainly didn't hurt, either.
And then his hand was in her hair, brushing against her neck and all she could do in response to his question was let out a soft "mmmhmmmm," as her face tilted almost automatically into his hand.
That? Felt far too good. His touch always did feel good and it seemed like she was growing more and more powerless to control the way her body reacted to the simplest brushes of fingers.