You were looking in your little hand-held mirror, but you hated what you saw. Not that you weren't pretty because you are, but you have freckles and you couldn't stand it. You just wished you could make them go away. You had no idea how your boyfriend Sam could find you as beautiful as he does with these little brown dots all over your face. You sighed as Sam looked over. He took the mirror from you and gave you that big, charming smile of his. "Y/N," he said, "we've been over this so many times,".
"I can't help it, Sammy," you said, "I just hate them,".
"Well, I love them," he said sitting up and gently cupping your face in his hand, "I love the trail of freckles that leads from your cheek to your eye," he said following the line of dots with his finger, "and the trail over your nose," he then traced the trail of dots across your nose, "and then my favorite. The line of freckles above your lip," he said tracing his thumb over your lips, "which always makes me wanna do this," he leaned down and softly kissed you. Maybe your freckles weren't as bad as you thought they were after all. When he broke the kiss he softly caressed your cheek.
"Your freckles are just another reason you're a perfect piece of art," he said.