He snorts out a laugh, and I frown.
“You were unbelievable, sweetheart.”
I prop myself up on one elbow. “I always worried I’d be bad at it. Like, dead fish, you know?”
He scoffs. “You’re nothing like a dead fish, Paige. You don’t need to worry.”
I laugh. “It’s good to know that next time won’t be a disaster.”
He frowns. “Next time?”
“You know, like, when I meet someone.”
“Sure. Right.” Something about his tone seems snappy.
I cock an eyebrow. “Are you salty?”
“Salty? What does that mean?” He looks at me blankly, and I chuckle.
“Jealous.”
“Of course not.”
“Well, you went all quiet.”
“That’s because I’m drained. You sucked my soul out earlier.”
I snicker. “I’m glad I’m good at that, too.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re a real natural.”
Oh, my god, was I bad? “Are you being sarcastic?”
“No, you really are. But no more talking about the next time, aye? My head might blow off.”
“You are jealous.” A grin spreads across my face.
“Maybe a little,” he mumbles, putting the pillow over his face.
I pull it off, kissing all over his face, but he grabs me around the waist, making me gasp. I wiggle under his grasp, but I’m not strong enough.
I huff. “One day, I’m going to be stronger than you.”
He laughs. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
I kick him in the shin, and he yelps as I straddle his lap, grinning widely.
“Pinned you.”
He flips me over suddenly, looking down into my eyes, his own blue and intense. He holds me down even as I thrash around.
“If you don’t want to go again, princess, you should watch yourself.”
“I’ll be good,” I promise, but he looks at me like he doesn’t believe me.
Finally, I settle next to him, my head on his shoulder, and I can’t believe how fast I start to get sleepy.
I can only hope falling asleep in his arms saves me from the horror that usually awaits as soon as I close my eyes.