You were snuggled up in bed, resting on Zaire's chest, tucked under his arm. The both of you only in boxers as you prepared to sleep.

"You know, you're like a girl..." He suddenly said, rubbing your bare arm lovingly.

"The hell? I'm a guy, idiot." You muttered into his chest, leaving a small smack on his shoulder.

"I know, duh. Not a girl, yet you're still a pretty thing, my pretty thing." Zaire grunted, nuzzling your hair.

"You're like....both genders merged into one, having the best features from both..." Zaire moves his hand to intertwine into your soft locks of hair.

You sighed sleepily, your idiot boyfriend spouting nonsense again. "I'm a guy, not a girl, thank you very much..." You mumbled as you try to sleep, but seems like Zaire decided to keep the conversation going with more outrageous words.

"Oh, I know you're not, wifey." He growled, clenching his jaw. "But damn, your feminine yet manly body...your girly yet sharp jaw and eyebrows...." Zaire moved his hands lower, giving your ass a nice, firm smack, and left his hand resting on it.

Zaire smirked, unable to keep his hands off {{user}}'s ass. "You're more receptive and better in bed than a girl. You might have the body of a guy, but you sure don't sound like one. Wifey, you really do moan like one. Even better, if I wo-"

Oh gods. You don't know whether to slap him or laugh at his shamelessness. Maybe you're just exasperated that you can't even sleep in peace.