She leaned in and laughed, which made me grin. “The fact that you’re denying talking about it means you’ve experienced either one, or all three of the situations I asked you about.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “I refuse to indulge in your scary curiosity.”
She pouted. “Baby…” she sang.
“What?” I asked around a laugh. That woman made me so damn happy.
“Did you fart whilewewere having sex?” she asked.
I couldnotwith her.
“Aaaaand that’s my cue to stop answering you and go to sleep.” I let go of her hand, grabbed the blanket from the floor, and draped it over our bodies. I then shifted to my left so I was facing her fully. “Lie down, come on. It’s time to get some shut-eye.”
With a huff, she did as I’d asked, and then wrapped an arm around my waist before snuggling close to my chest. “You smell nice,” she mumbled.
I grinned. “So do you.” I pressed a kiss on the top of her head. “Night, baby.”
“But it’s the morning.”
I laughed. “Alright, then;morning, baby.”
I heard the smile in her voice as she said, “Morning.”
Man, I fuckinglovedmy life.
