He'd never really given much thought to the freckles that adorned his cheeks. They were always just there, something that linked him to his mother.

They were there, on his body, just like every other part of him.

So it was safe to say that, when he started dating you, and you often drew attention to them, he'd become a little...self-conscious?

No...no, that wasn't right. You never said anything bad about them, after all. In fact, every comment you made had been overwhelmingly positive.

He just...wasn't used to the amount of attention you showed to them, is all. Not that he was complaining. He thoroughly enjoyed the pampering.

The way you often brushed your thumb over his skin lightly, tracing the marks with such gentleness he could barely feel it. The way your lips would attempt to kiss every single freckle, and wouldn't let him pull away from you until you were satisfied you'd got them all.

He loved that. More than he'd ever admit.

"Y'know, no one's liked my freckles as much as you do, babe. Gotta say, I'm glad you enjoy lookin' at my face so much~!"