29. “Come over here and make me.”
“You sound mad,” Shawn says with a little chuckle, his nighttime voice just the slightest bit deeper and raspier over the line.
“Would you please stop saying that?” You sigh, wriggling around in a bed that you can never get comfortable in and kicking the thick comforter off of your stifled legs with a pout. “I’m not mad. I’m just…” You pause for a moment, the truth on the tip of your tongue.