My brows raise in surprise before I lean forward on the table. “Perfect, huh?” I waggle my eyebrows, which only causes her to shake her head at me. “Tell me more about that.” “You’re perfect, Eli, but you could afford to learn how not to snore at night.” I sit taller, appalled. “I do not fucking snore.” And once again, with a grin on her face, she just shrugs her shoulders and continues to eat her cinnamon bun. What-the-fuck-ever . . . I do not snore.
