Pretty

Pretty, did he just call me pretty?!
" You shouldn't pout it will give that pretty face winkles." came his voice with a soft touch of his hand on my cheek.
" Aw, there is nothing pretty about me. You are obviously mistaken." I say trying to keep from shuddering at the fell of his skin.
" No, you are . . . how can you not see it in yourself to at least call yourself pretty?" he asked and with a shake of his beautiful head. The Handsome bastard.
" As I said before you are mis--.
I was cut off from his lips smashing onto mine. To soon they were gone as fast as they were upon mine and he was walking away.
YOU STUPID BASTARD!