Caspar covered Finland's gasping mouth with his hand and smiled broadly.
"I impressed you again, huh?" He kissed the girl's lips gently, "I am indeed a perfect boyfriend. I am handsome, kind, very rich, very smart, a good cook, I am great in bed, and I always give you pleasant surprises."
Finland knew Caspar should not compliment himself, but this time she could not protest. Caspar was right. He was a perfect boyfriend and Finland admitted that.
There was a spat of fear creeping in her heart as she recognized Caspar's perfection. Her life was going too well lately, and the man who wanted to marry her was just... too perfect. Finland was afraid something will happen that would ruin the perfect life she was living in.
Uff... she tried to get rid of that thought and instead tried to be grateful for all the good things that happened so far. She did not want to jinx herself by thinking about bad things.