"I'm not careful," she said as he touched his lips to her temple. His warm breath stirred the curls by her ear. "I'm just not you." She felt him laugh. His hands slid down her sides, gripped her waist. "That, you are definitely not. Much prettier." "You must love me," she said, breath hitching as his lips traveled excruciatingly slowly along her jaw. "I never thought you'd admit anyone was prettier than you."