“Why do you keep staring at me?”
“Aren’t I allowed to look at my boyfriend?”
“Not when you look like you’re planning my murder.”
She rolled her eyes and scooted over the floor to sit in front of him. She brought her hands out to either side of his face and poked him in the cheeks. Repeatedly.
If he wasn’t confused already, he was when she pinched his cheeks and forced them upwards to force a smile, then a frown.
She dropped her hands and moved back, snickering as he rubbed his assaulted face.
“What was that for?” he whined.
“You have a squidgy face,” she informed him, face completely serious apart from the smirk.
“It isn’t that squidgy!” he said with a pout on his face.
“It is.”
Hello, yes I am a serious writer who likes writing both fluff and horror.
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