“Standing up to your mom. You did good, cariño.” My reward, a kiss on the lips—brief but appreciated. “Have I told you how much I love you?” “Well, only like ten times today.” I watch him bashfully through flapping lashes. “I could use an eleventh.” “I love you, Azere. I love you so much.” He pecks my lips. “You’re my heart.” Another peck. “You’re the light of my world.” Another peck.
