"All right, okay, I'm sorry." He squeezed Adrian, burying his face in Adrian's hair. "I... if you want to know something, I'll answer. Whatever you want, because I'm not keeping secrets. I wouldn't do that."
One hand slid down Adrian's body, resting on his hip. "I didn't even touch you this time. You rolled on top of me," he said with a smile. "I never said I was an idiot. I just don't mind punching them."
He chuckled. "I had no intention on asking. You'd throw a fit if I actually won, and yes, not ruining your face, or making you sweat."