”Why? Are you getting flustered again, my darling?” he asked teasingly.
She graoned in a playful annoyance
”I’m taking that as a yes.” he smirked.
She lightly pushed him away
He chuckled briefly and held her close. ”Betty, why do you reject my compliments?” he asked mostly curious as he sighed slightly.
" i refuse to be told something that isn't true"
Lysander sighed at her answer and gently tilted her head up so she could not avoid looking at him. ”When have I told you something that wasn't true?”
' I don't know " she said.
”That’s because I haven't.” he said gently, brushing the back of his fingers against her cheek. ”So why would my compliments be untrue?”
" because in no way am I cute" she said
He chuckled kindly. ”Did I call you cute? I thought I said that I liked your laugh.”
" it says it itself" she said
He chuckled again, but didn't argue with her logic. ”Why do you not like being called cute then?” he asked.
" cause I'm not" she said
”There’s nothing wrong with being cute, my love.” he said softly.
She groaned
”I’ve always found you to be beautiful if that's any better.” he smiled.
"you haven't Known that long"
He rolled his eyes a little. ”In the time I’ve known you then.” he compromised.
She looked at him with an eye roll
”What?” he asked with a light chuckle.
" nothing" dhe said
He raised a brow not quite believing. ”Come on. You can tell me.”
" nothing" she urged
”Alright.” he sighed, letting it drop.
She turned onto her olother side away from him
Lysander nuzzled up behind her and kissed her cheek.
She pulled the covers over her head
He chuckled and pulled her close.
She closed her eyes