"Yeah, I know. What colors are what again? I forgot." Johnny said, and he truly meant it. He'd forgotten, his mind on other things. He wished that he could focus, maybe he had some kind of learning disability. Johnny shook his head, blonde hair falling over his eyes. It couldn't be that. Johnny wasn't dumb. He hated to be seen that way.
He kissed her again, reaching out and cupping one of her breasts. He couldn't help it, he loved touching them. Only hers, definitely, but it was still true. "I love you even if you called that hot mess Dutch over here."