“Pinkie, Pinkie, I’m coming for Pinkie,” I sing, dancing on the tips of my toes. “Can you shut the fuck up?” Vin snaps. I simply wrap an arm around his neck and sing at the top of my lungs, “Pinkie! I need my Pinkie!” Lowering my voice to a whisper, I breathe, “Pinkie. I want my Pinkie,” before quickly snaking my tongue out to lick his ear.
