“Hey, baby,” I said, looking into his eyes. He narrowed his eyes at me. “Don’t fucking call me baby.” “Why not?” “Just don’t.” “What about…baby hippo?” His brows scrunched together in confusion, his lip curling in disgust. “If I’m an elephant, then you’re a baby hippo.” The look of outraged horror on his face was almost comical. “Are you serious right now? Hippos are ugly as shit.” I laughed. “I think they’re cute. But they’re vicious, too. Just. Like. You.” I punctuated each word with a kiss on his face, and then he was shoving me away again, smooshing his hand into my face.
