“What do you think?” He asked.
She smiled at him with a hint of whimsy. “You’re cute.”
“Cute? Like irresistibly handsome, a brilliant thinker, and infinitely creative? Or sweet in a way that I enjoy playing with kids toys and reminiscing about my favorite childhood cereal?”
He paused. “Hint: The answer is A.”
“The second one.”
He threw the sheets over her head and she shrieked in mock terror as he tickled her sides. Then he pulled her against him.
As the giggling subsided, their breathing slowed to a syncopated rhythm while they lay there together in bed.
“See. You’re cute.”
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