He ducks his head, his smile turning warmer and more smitten when she says again that she loves him-- no, scratch that: when she says that she's in love with him. It almost feels as if his heart grows in his chest, far past the confines of his ribcage.

He pulls her closer and gets her underneath the warm spray too, feeling her breasts pressing against his chest.

"See, now that sounds like a much nicer compliment."