QUOTE : Come on, baby. It’s time.”<br />“You’re mean, Noah.”<br />The blanket falls off her arm as I slide a finger down her shoulder. Goose bumps form along her skin at my touch. She may be cranky, but she’s responding.<br />“A deal’s a deal,” I remind her.<br />“I changed my mind. I’d rather sleep.” With her eyes still shut, she hunts for the cover, but I kick it off. She presses her lips together. “I’m serious. You’re the meanest person I know.”<br />I kiss her neck then blow on the skin, pleased with the smile she’s fighting.<br />“Does that feel mean?” I ask.<br />“Horribly.” She giggles. “It’s torture.