[ She's not put off at all, she feels warm from her toes to the top of her head, cradled against him as he tells her nice things about herself. Leaning her forehead against his jaw she sighs softly, content. She never thought she'd feel like this with another person, and it seemed like every day she found a new reason to love him. ]

I like your freckles too. And your hair is the softest thing I've ever touched. Mine is so sun damaged.

[ Lifting herself up so her head is level with his she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. ]

I think you're beautiful.