More short fluff, sorry, an actual plot will be occurring soon, but I have to get through this part first, but it's cute so, hey. Review!
Angel's Count
"I love these moments," Warren whispered. Truth, so did I. The warm, cozy lying in bed moments: both clean, both bare, in each other's grasp. It was my favorite time in the day.
"I love you," I said, emphasizing the you part.
"I love you more," Warren challenged. Oh no he did not.
"Nope, I don't think so," I said, digging my fingers into his rib cage to tickle him. He squirmed and let off small quiet giggles. "So admit it."
"Fine!" he said when he'd had enough, "You love me more."
"That's right," I said, kissing him lightly on the lips.
"What are you thinking right now?" he asked me.
"About you, duh," I said.
"Yeah, well what about me?" he asked.
"That I love you, because you're sweet and charming and…adorable." I kissed him again.
"Do you like saying that or something?" he asked, "Because ever since the first time you did you say it like every five minutes."
"You complaining?" I asked.
"Just commenting," he said.
"You're adorable when you comment," I announced, pressing my lips to his.
"Tomorrow I have to go meet with some investor people. My dad says I have to go alone to try out my skills, or something stupid. I donno."
"Well I'll be here, waiting for you, and when you get back, I'll make sure and explain to you, in detail, every thought I had of you while you were gone."
"Oh boy," Warren said, smiling. I turned off the lamp and snuggled down further into bed. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," I replied, "My love."
"Alright, I'm now keeping track," Warren said.
"Of what?" I asked.
"How many times you say the word love."
"Let me help you. I love, love, love, love, love, love, love you."
"Eight."
"Love, love, love, love you."
"Twelve."
"I can go all night."
"So can I, buster."