“I love you, Colton,” I tell him, offering up another kiss and biting his lower lip enough that he groans. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me yet,” he murmurs, drawing away from me and running his hand over his glossy mouth in a dramatic fashion. “I love you, too, Gidge. Get some sleep. Please. Don’t be a stubborn ass about this.” I give him a pair of raised brows in response but refuse to commit to anything. Because I’m still Gidget, and I’m still an asshole.
