"Pretty much. I mean, really, I wouldn't waste my love on just anyone. You're definitely more handsome than any other guy I've met. Especially when you wear your glasses and read poetry to me. Seriously, hot men read poetry." She sat on the table, smiling up at him.
Stacey smiled at that, pulling his glasses from thin air and resting them on the bridge of his nose. He wore a crooked smile, looked at her from under his glasses. "Hey there, sexy lady."
Eponine laughed quietly, leaning forward and pulling him closer to her by his shirt. "C'mere sexy man," she said, gently bringing his face down to kiss him aggressively.
Eponine smirked against his lips, returning the kissing while taking a firm hold of the collar of his shirt. She slowly unclenched one of her hands, to bring it up inside the front of his shirt.