She snorted. “/That/, what do you think, silly?” She tugged a curl, then pushed up on one elbow and kissed him softly. “It’s unfair, how gorgeous you look like this.”
He smiled shyly and returned the kiss, before his blush darkened at the praise. “But…I’m all messy…” he whispered and ducked his head, before gently tugging her up into his arms.
“You’re gorge—mmph — ” The end of her sentence got lost in sliding up his body, head resting on his shoulder. She whispered into the curve of his cheek, instead, “I could clean you up, if you’re that worried about it.” Which started her wondering: what would he look like dressed up? But if they did something like that together, they would be dating. Were they dating now? Or was this just a benefit of being friends, her plan to ease his phobia of touch taken to the logical extreme?