“You’re so pretty,” I whispered, biting down on my lip as I sagged against him. “You don’t need to diet.” He paused midkiss and pulled back to stare at me. “Did you just call me pretty?” “Yes.” I smiled. “What’s wrong with calling you pretty?” “Everything,” he replied, looking appalled. “Shan, you can’t call me pretty.” “But you are pretty,” I teased. “You have pretty eyes, and pretty hair, and a pretty smile.” Johnny gaped at me. “I’m offended.” I laughed at his horrified expression. “You are a pretty boy.”
