“Hell yeah. You are a sexy as fuck passenger. I love it. Stop frowning.” “I’m not frowning. I’m fretting. There’s a difference. One expresses unhappiness, the other expresses concern.” “You’re doing both.” “No, I’m not. This is all fret, no frown.” “Stop fretting, then.” He pecked a kiss on my down-turned mouth. “God, you’re cute.” “Now I’m frowning. I hate being called cute.”
