"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
I shook my head.
"Fine."
"You'll take me?"
"If that's what you want." He looked pissed. But the expression on his face was fleeting. His frown faded and he gave me a playful smile. "Now make me my breakfast, woman." He lightly slapped my ass.
I laughed and pushed on his chest. "You're the worst."
"A man can dream. How about I make you waffles then?" He kissed my cheek.
"Really? You know how to make waffles?"
"Don't sound so surprised." He rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms.
I propped my head up on my hand. "Well, after you burned dinner the other night..."
"If I recall, you distracted me. Honestly, though, don't get too excited. They're Eggo Waffles. I'm good at using the toaster."
"I knew it."
