A soft moan escaped Loona's lips.
"You're beautiful," I whispered against her mouth, leaning in until our lips brushed. "You're perfect."
She returned the kiss for a brief, breathless moment before nuzzling deep into the crook of my neck, pressing her soft body tightly against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close.
"I'm not," she sighed, her breath warm against my skin. "But when you say it, I almost believe you."
I brought my hand up to stroke her hair. She hummed in approval, completely oblivious to the fact that my knee was still gently teasing her lace panties. Beneath the fabric, she was already growing wet.
"How many times have I told you that you're beautiful?" I murmured, my lips tracing her jaw.
"Three times now," she whispered back.
"I'll keep telling you until you lose count," I promised.
Surprisingly, that earned me a soft chuckle. "You're so strange, Asher. It's clear I completely misjudged you the moment we met."
