“Kick me in the shin again, and I’ll spank you harder than I did last night.” I jump at his sudden warning slicing through the silence. When I don’t reply, he pops open an eye and smirks at me sleepily. “Never mind, you’re just admiring the view again.” “No, I’m not.” Yes, I am. “I’m thinking.” “Does it hurt?” “Shut up.” His dimples deepen, and he runs a large paw over his cheek. “All right, thinking about what?” “You know, how weird it is that you’re my boyfriend now.” He frowns, jaw tensing. “You trying to piss me off before nine a.m?”
