I grin cheekily, "You're not a fan of that either, and yet it keeps happening to you, strange!" I've only got him once or twice...or maybe three times. It's fun...for me. "Vanilla frosting tastes good from your face," I laugh.

I frown when he asks me what I was afraid of. "I knew I'd hurt you man, and I didn't want to do anything that would make you leave for real," I love living with him and having him around all of the time.

I look at him and decide that I should be honest. We're honest with each other. "Yeah, maybe...a couple of times. Have you?"