“Aww, stop. Why do you always try to pinch my nose? Is this a soft stuffy for you to tinker with or squeeze?” I inquired, suddenly holding my nose.
“No, it is not. But every time I do that, I see you as one. Oh, and just so you know, I'm following the rules. I'm not spitting words to annoy or tease you; I just pinched your nose because I'm shivering with your cu-,” Jax replied, but he didn't get to finish his last sentence because he abruptly stopped and thought something.
"What cu-,?" I asked out of curiousty.
“Cu-, cu-, cushion! It's a cushion. I'm shivering along with the couch cushion. It's so soft, it feels like it's expensive for it to be this soft,” he said as he turned his gaze to the couch and unexpectedly examined it.
“Ah, yes, I see. The cushion. I didn't think of that,” I l
