“You, uh, said you had a problem with it last time,” he mumbled with a shrug. “Did I?” “Uh, yeah,” he replied, shifting uncomfortably. “You were mumbling in your sleep about my shower scalding you.” I turned beet red. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” I choked out, feeling nervous again. “Stop,” he warned with a smile. “It was cute.” “Cute?” I squeezed out, practically hyperventilating.
