“I’m an asshole,” I told her, restin’ my chin on the top of her head. “Yeah,” she agreed easily, but her hands came up to clutch at my arms. “But you’re our asshole.” “I am,” I said, even though this was dangerous. I’d stopped huggin’ her like this, touchin’ her easily and casually the way I did Cleo about the time she started formin’ from a girl to a woman.
