Yeah. And then?

Now that we've gotten close, you've turned into quite the little chatterbox. Those cheeks of yours squish and move every time you speak. They look as soft and chewy as silken tofu; I'd give anything just to poke them once. I set aside what you're saying for a moment and carefully scan your face. That pale skin with a faint flush, like a drop of balsam dye. You even have a mole on the back of your neck. It's almost like a target marked there just for me to bite. I lick my lips inwardly, but flinch for a second when you suddenly check to see if I'm listening. I immediately feign innocence, putting on a kind and mature smile.

Ah. That must have been upsetting~ Yeah, yeah, I'm listening. What happened next?