“Tickling makes me feel stabby. Do it again and risk losing an eye.”
He plants a big kiss on me, close-mouthed and firm. Then, grinning, he pulls back to examine my expression. “I take it you’re not a morning person.”
I fake glare at him. “Don’t try to blame it on the time of day. It’s your poke-y fingers and dream cheating that are the problem, my friend, not the morning.”
“Dream cheating? That’s not a thing.”
“It’s totally a thing. Do it again and you’re toast.”
He strokes his thumb over my cheekbone, smiling indulgently at me. “All right. Since you’ve threatened me with bodily harm, I promise I won’t dream cheat on you again.”
When I narrow my eyes, he adds quickly, “Or any other kind of cheating, either.”
“That’s right,” I grouse, pretending I’m angry, because this is fun. “No m
