“I’m not jealous,” Dylan denied quickly before he leaned forward slightly and smirked. “I just don’t understand how anyone could be so dumb to fall in love with someone like you. You’re absolutely perfect,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair off her face gently. “Do you remember our first date? You dressed in that beautiful pink dress that hugged your curves perfectly and your long blonde hair curled beautifully over your shoulders. Your skin looked so smooth and flawless and your lips were so plump and red. That first date was so special, don’t you think?”
“It was. And that pink dress does nothing but make me look good,” she agreed shyly.
“Yes, it definitely does,” Dylan said with a wide grin. “And your mother had to admit that I did a good job picking you out of everyone,” he said
