“I was … not good-looking in high school. Think braces, acne, and then of course, my giant reading glasses I had to wear during class. No one wanted to date me.” “Your glasses are sexy as fuck.” “The face underneath them wasn’t.” I gently push him off me so I can look him in the eye when I say, “I don’t believe it. You’re all …” I screw up my face. “I was going to say beautiful, but—” “Eww, gag.” I laugh. “Right? But I mean, you’re drop-dead gorgeous.” “I am now.” “Wow. And you’re so modest about it too.”
