"Do you... Like... Like... Me?"
I nodded.
"Then you like me... What... What?"
"I like that you are gentle to me; I like that every time you say you like me, you say it at least twice."
His face turned red: "That... That's because..."
That's because he stutters, of course I know, but I just like it.
I kissed his mouth and didn't let him finish his sentence.
Purpose: Marriage first, love later