how's my beautiful genius doing today?
john..
am i making you blush?
john, quit it.
i am, aren't i?
aren't i, love bug?
come on!
i find you adorable when your cheeks get all red and you get flustered.
cut it out.
i'm imagining you, laying in bed with the blankets wrapped around you tightly like you like to down while whine at your phone because i'm calling you cute.
am i correct?
whatever.
so i am.
you're a douche.
i know.
