But she couldn't be annoyed with him, because he looked so serious about what he'd said, about what he meant. It was difficult to be annoyed when he meant things so very much.
"I know you didn't mean it that way. I just. I need to feel beautiful this afternoon. Decadent. I'm making a point, though the person I'm making it to will never know about it. And I like it that way."
She slid a hand up over his arm and shoulder, let her fingers slide into his hair. "I think there's a little bit of you that is only for me, too." That desperately earnest part, needy and a little bit vulnerable. He wasn't a muscular figure for her to parade around, he was real.