He gave me a yeah-right look.
“Okay, fine. I am. But I hate cute. Tell me I’m beautiful or something, anything but cute.”
Nuzzling into my neck, he whispered, “You are beautiful, but sometimes you’re cute. Like when you’re sleeping.”
I pulled back, wide eyed. “I knew it. You were watching me sleep, like some crazy stalker.”
He chuckled. “You had your hands curled up under your chin…a little drool hanging out of your mouth while you snored.”
“I don’t snore.” I slapped his arm.
“I’ll let you know tonight.”