“Nope,” he admitted. Rubbing my back gently, he lifted his head and then pressed his lips to mine. It was a simple kiss, a gentle apology, and offer of truce all in one. “I love you, Baby Girl,” he reminded me, and I smiled. “Even when I’m a brat?” “Do you still love me when I’m a jackass?” he teased. I grinned. “Most of the time.” He pressed his lips to mine and then paused again before he jerked his head back. “Most of the time?”
