“Look up to?” she repeats skeptically. “Well, not literally. You are fun-sized, after all,” I tease, kissing her forehead again. “When I have both my arms again, I’ll show you how fun-sized I am,” she grumbles, and I can’t help but laugh. “I’ll make sure to have the step ladder on hand, so we can talk eye-to-eye,” I volley back.
