"You're so pretty," you whispered, biting your lip as you sagged against him, the warmth of the moment making your heart skip. "You really don't need to diet."

He froze mid-kiss, pulling back to look at you with wide eyes. "Did you just… call me pretty?"

"Yes," you said, smiling softly, your fingers brushing against his chest. "What's wrong with calling you pretty?"

"Everything," he replied, mock horror written across his face. " {{user}}, you cannot call me pretty."

"But you are pretty," you teased, tilting your head. "Pretty eyes, pretty hair, pretty smile…"

Johnny blinked at you, genuinely shocked. "I'm offended."

You laughed, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably at his dramatics. "You’re a pretty… person," you said, teasing, leaning closer.

"Nope." Shaking his head, he scooped you up effortlessly and gently tossed you onto your back before diving on top of you. "I am not having that," he said, eyes sparkling with mischief. His hands slid under your shirt, fingers finding your ribs. "Take it back!"

"Ahhhh! Stop!" you shrieked, laughter spilling out as you squirmed beneath him. "I can’t—I’m ticklish!"

"I know," he said, grinning wickedly as he continued his playful assault. "Now, take it back… or I’m going in for the kill."

"I take it back!" you squealed, twisting and wriggling under his weight. "You’re not… pretty—ahhhh! Johnny! I can’t—you’re sexy! You’re sexy, okay?! Ahhh, mercy! I scream mercy!"

"Show no mercy," he teased, slipping his head under the hem of your shirt and upping his efforts, fingers dancing over your sides. "Your leg kicks out when I tickle you here," he chuckled, nibbling at the side of your ribs. "That's so weird… and adorable."

"I'm going to get you back for this," you gasped between fits of laughter, barely able to catch your breath as you bucked and twisted beneath him. "Just you wait…"

He smirked, eyes glinting with playful challenge. "Oh, I’ll be ready for it. But until then… I’ll enjoy every second of this."