“Beautiful,” he mumbles against my skin, and I stiffen. That doesn’t make any sense. His head nods a bit as he sits back up and looks at me with a slight smile, his eyes unfocused and dreamy. “You are,” he insists, a shaky finger tracing my jawline. “You say I am, but I’ve got nothing on you.” His lips press on my chin, feathered kisses suddenly being trailed up my cheek so softly I can barely feel them.
