"I like your face…"
Misty raised an eyebrow at him and pulled the sheet further up to cover her bare chest.
"Thanks… Ash…"
"No, I mean your… you know face."
"Oh!" she shuffled awkwardly where she sat, "Thanks?"
"I mean… some girls pull weird faces. Like they've got googly eyes. You kinda breath heavy and arch your back, like this," he demonstrated and looked back to find her staring blankly at him, "And you look all pink cheeked and pretty, not red-faced and horrible… but kind of graceful…"
He looked up to find her face even more pink-cheeked than previously.
"You're not very good at this, are you Ash?"
"No, sorry."
"It's okay," she smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips, "I expected it."