She looked up at him, pressing her forehead against his temple. “You’re so beautiful, Abel,” she told him quietly.
She looked down at herself before looking up at him, her black hair disheveled and her face flushed and her eyes clear and bright. “No.”
She leaned into his touch, but rolled her eyes, lying down next to him again. "We're not even going to argue about this," she replied, her hand curling on her chest. "Okay? This is not the kind of couple we are."
"No," she said, rubbing his side gently. "No, it's not. Are you..." She hesitated, looking a little embarrassed. "Are you feeling okay?"
He looked down at her, his hair a bit tousled. He tilted his head slightly in curiousity. "Why wouldn't I be?"
She settled her chin on his chest, watching him carefully. "I don't know, I just... it was good...?" She winced, covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. "Ugh."
She watched him, looking really embarrassed. “You’re sure? You’re not just saying that? I mean... it was really, really nice for me, Abes, but... I don’t know.”
She closed her eyes, relaxing as she felt his hand against her back before she spoke. "We were going to make a bedframe," she said quietly, reaching next to them to grab his shirt and slipping it on, sitting up. "We still have stuff to do today."
