[It hurts her heart that the first thing that she thinks of is that he's trying too hard with the compliments because of course he has to be lying. The man's from Italy, from ages ago, and he's seen things she'll never see. Had sex with women numbering, likely, in the hundreds. She doesn't say it and is ashamed that her mind goes there first. It's not what she wants from this and loathes that she feels that way.
They're working past it, shouldn't she feel better now?
There's a slight falter in her step as it all runs through her mind and, as she forces the negative out, she takes a breath and realizes that he is gorgeous. He's there, for her, because he loves her. He wants this as much as she does, and yes. They're working past it. It's that reminder that puts a soft blush on her cheeks as she stops two feet in front of him.]
Thank you. [She takes him in again, this time with a softer gaze, not trying to hide how she feels about how he looks.] You look amazing.
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They're working past it, shouldn't she feel better now?
There's a slight falter in her step as it all runs through her mind and, as she forces the negative out, she takes a breath and realizes that he is gorgeous. He's there, for her, because he loves her. He wants this as much as she does, and yes. They're working past it. It's that reminder that puts a soft blush on her cheeks as she stops two feet in front of him.]
Thank you. [She takes him in again, this time with a softer gaze, not trying to hide how she feels about how he looks.] You look amazing.