“Can you stop looking hot for just a moment?” she groans, putting some distance between us when I try to grab her. I crack a smile, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose. “I’m not doing anything and don’t pull away from me.” Begrudgingly, she idles over and lets me embrace her, but she shoots me a glare. “You are. You’re standing here, wearing your glasses, making breakfast, looking so hot. Ugh, I’ll probably get knocked up again just by looking at you. Get away from me.”
