" You are not better than Daniel Radcliffe. You don't even have blue eyes." I said lying on the bed like a cat.
" Oh but you have. And your blue eyes are much much better than his. So technically I am better than him. " He said bending down to plug in the big wire near the light brown cabinet just across from bed. My eyes fell upon his waist unwillingly he was changed into boxers and a soft white t-shirt.
I threw a pillow on my own face. What are you doing? " What does that even mean? " I said my voice muffled because of the pillow on my face.
" It means that if my wife is better than Harry. So technically I am better than him. Because you are my wife. And may I ask why are you suffocating yourself from a pillow."
I blushed and felt grateful that I was indeed stuffing my face in a
