“You told me you loved me,” I blurted out. “I do love you,” he answered, snuggling me tighter and kissing my head. I batted him away, leaning back to stare at him. “Why the fuck would you do that? I’m fucking grouchy. I’m prickly. I don’t like morning snuggles. I’m an asshole,” I muttered. “I love your claws, hellcat. And I love your asshole,” he said, smiling at me. “And I don’t want you changing even the tiniest bit, and I don’t care if you can’t say it back, but I’ll still tell you.”
