Hannah grabbed his shirt, looked up at him, and asked, "Do you admit that the reason you approached me was because I was pretty?"
Arnold Simmons lowered his eyes, his gaze colliding with a pair of eyes full of stardust, in which he found his own reflection. "Yes." he responded.
The girl grinned, pushing her luck, "Am I the most beautiful girl in the world?"
Arnold bowed his head, his breath falling on her slightly pursed red lips, his voice husky and deep, "Yes." he affirmed.
He always indulged her like this.
He enjoyed teasing her when they first met and saw her angry blushing face. Now, he showered her with all the sweet words she liked to hear.
Just because he couldn't bear to see her cry.
"What if one day you see someone more attractive than me, will you stop liking me?"
She asked her last question carefully, blinking her eyes and waiting for his answer.
