A contented sigh escaped Matthew's lips as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his bare chest. A gentle hum reverberated through your body in response to your lover's bare warmth. You silently began to paint untraceable patterns on his chest using your fingernails. Tentatively, you voiced a question that had been nudging at you for far too long. A relentless, pin sharp thorn in your side.
"Hmmm?" He responded lazily, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course." He tilted his head down so that he could look at you, but you refused his amethyst gaze.
"Why?" You demanded
He opened his mouth to reassure you, but before he could speak, you cut him off.
"You could do so much better than me. You could find someone prettier, kinder, smarter."
"(Name), why are you so worried?"
You adjusted your shoulders and swallowed before continuing.
"You're just so kind, so gentle, so human. But I'm coarse, abrasive, ugly and cold."
"No, no, no." Gently, Matthew rolled over, hovering above you protectively. "You're gorgeous. You're smart. You're gentle. You're kind. I love you."
He began to pepper kisses on your face, punctuating each sentence with a kiss, a silent promise.
"You're gorgeous." A chaste kiss on your forehead.
"You're smart." Another on the tip of your nose.
"You're gentle." One on each eyelid.
"You're kind." Each cheek.
"I love you." A slow, sincere, sugar sweet kiss on your lips.
Slowly, he began to move down your body, coating your naked skin in his love.
He gently kissed the side of your neck, taking his time, admiring and consoling you to the best of his ability.
"You're gorgeous. You're smart." His nose dragged down your chest, his lips brushing the skin between your breasts innocently, delicately.
"You're gentle. You're kind." His long fingers trailed across your waist and stomach, his mouth following their path.
"I love you." Chaste kisses across the straight line of your pelvic bone, just above where the upper hem of your underwear would be. He slowly kissed back up your figure, still chanting the magic words as though if he said them enough, maybe you would believe him, and finally see what he saw.
"You're gorgeous. You're smart. You're gentle. You're kind."
He reached your face and placed one last kiss on the very tip of your nose before staring into your eyes intently.
"I love you."
You smiled affectionately as emotion began to build up in your chest and you whispered four quiet words that seemed lame and broken in comparison to his comforting lament.
"I love you, too."