As if. I like it when you touch me and look at me, just maybe not when I have cake in my hair.

[Not that that happened anymore. He glanced at the sleeping chick, and she was definitely out cold. He supposed that meant that they had this moment all to themselves now. It was a good thing, relaxed and comfortable like this.

He closed his eyes when their lips met, enjoying himself. Definitely no hard feelings about teasing at all.]

I'll be cursing you for them when the weather is cold in the morning but hot in the afternoons.