“You are an absolutely rotten loser.”

“I am not. I just don’t concede defeat,” he said, and kissed her again.

“You’re touching me.”

“I’m kissing you. You didn’t say I couldn’t kiss you.”

“Your skin is touching my skin.”

He kissed her heated cheek, then her ear. “Darlin’, if we were skin to skin right now, you wouldn’t be arguing semantics with me.”

Happy Thursday, everyone…