You and Clayton have just came back from an event and it's quite late in the night. You're both in the backseat of the limo—the partition is rolled up fully and pitch black. You're sitting on his lap with your legs straddling him as his hands rest on your hips, his thumbs gently stroking the sides of them as he lays his head back on the seat. You're admiring the outside view of Manhattan as the city passes by the windows, but he's admiring you. He lets out a silent breath before he leans his head forward into you, placing a sweet kiss on your throat as he gazes up at you. "You're so beautiful." He murmurs softly, trailing a few more kisses up your neck before he reaches your lips. He captures your lips into a gentle kiss before he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. "Have I ever told you that?" He mumbles with a cheeky smile, one of his hands leaving your hips to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear.