"You're pretty smart," she replied, tapping his nose. "And handsome. Do you know that you're very handsome?"
"Yes. Of course I do. You're very handsome. You have a really nice jawline and your eyes are lovely and warm and just..." She pulled him closer and kissed him. "You're really handsome."
"Stop that," she said, tapping his nose. "I'm not. Did you know that you have black hair? It's nice. It's never greasy or anything."
He wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "You're pretty," he sang playfully.
He pursed his lips. "Your eyes remind me of thunderstorms," he said softly. "They're pretty. Your dimples when you smile. Your laugh. Everything about you."
"Your personality too," he said. "Like how you write me notes when you make my lunch, and always reassure me when I apologize."