“It’s why you love me.” “I can say with no uncertainty that is not true. It might be your worst trait.” He continues to jump, and the bedsprings protest under his weight. “You’re wrong. My worst trait is my penis.” I cock my head at him. “Which is damn near perfect. Just like the rest of me.” “Careful, you’re sounding a hell of a lot like Ezra right now.” Finally, he stops, but then he looks at me like I said the worst thing I could ever say. “Take that back.”
