With your cheek pressed up against his while you two were mindlessly walking around the mall, he sees the way you eye him every so often, your gaze skeptical towards him.

Knowing that expression on your face, he could read your mind, holding up both his hands like he was waving the white flag of defeat.

“I swear, I’m a changed man. I’m better.”

He gently ruffles your hair, vowing that he has really changed for the better. The play-boy lifestyle is long behind him and he has really turned over a new life.

Yeah, he may compliment a girl or two, but you’re still the prettiest in his eyes. Isn’t that good enough?