“I love you, you know that?” “Of course I know that. You tell me like every other second.” Now I pinch her ass. “Don’t complain about my I-love-you frequency or I’ll crank it down to zero.” “You would never.” She twists her head to smirk at me. “You love me too much.” She’s not wrong about that. “It’s okay,” Gigi consoles. She stands on her tiptoes, and even then, she can barely reach my lips. “I love you too much too.”
