#compliment

“Oh my.. Oh my word,” Steven started, but couldn’t finish as he was in complete awe.

Seeing you show up to his flat, looking like a million dollars..?

Let’s just say it made him short circuit.

Steven was currently a stammering mess, but you weren’t opposed to such a sight. In fact, you quite liked the reaction he gave you every time you dressed up of anytime of day rather.

He was just in a constant state of shock, that you were his and he yours for the evening. He always liked to think you were some Egyptian god or goddess with how breathtaking you always looked.

Dressed up or down?

Just woken up or already half-way through the day, stressed out of your mind?

And he’d still say you were one, but you can’t tell him or he’ll be chased by a jackal he said one time.

He literally refuses to let you forget just how attractive you always look.

No matter what.

“You are… bloody gorgeous..”

“Steven—”

“No! I mean it!” He’d exclaim, following you outside his flat. “I really do.”

“Well, thank you, Steven. It means a lot coming from a handsome guy like yourself.”

If he wasn’t holding onto the door, he’d have fainted and fell backwards.

“I’m sorry… Did you? Was that a..? Compliment?” He asked, making sure he wasn’t sleepwalking again.

“I did, and there’s plenty more where that one came from.” He suddenly felt his upper body get pulled down on an angle and felt a pair of lips, come in contact with his cheek.

He put a hand on his cheek, almost wanting to preserve it. Like it was art about to be put in a museum.

“Don’t make me go on this date by myself, Stevie!”