Her hit has me chuckling and happily working faster to get in another slap before time is called. Pres strangely wiggles her body away prompting mine to following and when Astrid finally calls that class, I roll over and trap her underneath an arm slung over her stomach.
More laughter is followed by her blowing loose strands away from her eyes. “This was hell.”
“Smoothie?”
Pres’s smile immediately resumes at the same time she plants her stare in mine. “I’m gonna get a pineapple passion.”
“How about I get a mango madness one that way we can switch halfway and you can enjoy both of your favorite flavors?”
She overdramatically swoons. “How about I fucking love that idea?”
“How about I fucking love you?”
“I love you, too,” my girlfriend coos back and delivers a sweet, somewhat salty chaste kiss. “Now, how about we go get some fucking smoothies to love?”
“Deal.”
And unlike the one I’ve made with my brother regarding our awful father, this is one agreement that I’m actually happy about.