…Gwen snuggled up further closer to Ben. “This is so beautiful…”
“What is?” asked Ben, gently running his hand through Gwen’s hair. “Surely you aren’t calling me beautiful? Not that I’m not, though. It’s just that I’d prefer handsome over beautiful any day, you know.”
“Doofus,” said Gwen, lightly pinching Ben’s arm. “I’m talking about the ambiance. Just take a look outside.”
Ben turned his face towards the window. The sky was a deep midnight blue, with the bright new moon out, delimited by a million other glittering stars. A light breeze was blowing, adding to the atmosphere something somnolent and tranquil.
Ben smiled and turned his face back towards Gwen, who was still looking out the window. He put his hand under her chin and turned her face to his. “Yeah it is beautiful, but nowhere as beautiful as you.”