Johnny likes that you’re taller than him. He likes that you put your arm on his shoulder, he likes when you have to lean you neck down to look in his eyes, he likes that your arms can wrap around his waist. He’d never tell you this though, never. His eyes start to wander when you’re talking to him, his gaze trailing over your broad shoulders. You snap a finger and his breath hitches, "Eh? What’d’ya say?"