"My dear, I only speak the truth," his grin is wicked now as he chuckles under his breath, brushing his lips over the curve of Mattheiu's ear. "And the truth is that I enjoy so many things about you so very much.

Like your heart, the way that you're always there to listen. You passion, for your job, your music, your life. And yes, your ass, so lovely that I could write sonnets about it and never begin to express my appreciation of it."