Oh, for heaven’s sake. Gray groaned and rolled onto his back, eyes closing and hands jerking up to cover them. He turned his index finger knuckles in, putting a slight pressure on each eye and rubbing a little. She sure was cute most of the time, but when she was getting mad, she went from cute to which devil are you in the span of less than a second.
Well. Okay. That was not being charitable or fair, and it also wasn’t true.
“Okay, I won’t honeylamb you,” he said. Fine. Alright. He deserved that for thinking what he had anyway, he guessed, but he also planned never to tell her that thought had crossed his mind. “Just… Van, ain’t you tired? I’m dying over here. We can--in the mornin’, we can do this, okay?”