"look at me."

"can't." ethan rolls over so is face is lost within the cotton of the pillow.

you sigh. "why not?"

"too pretty."

"you're ridiculous, I need you to know that." you stifle a giggle and roll him over onto his back. from here, you rest your hands on his chest and your chin on your hands. your feet kick idly behind you.

“I thought I had freedom of speech.”

“you do!” you laugh. “I think you’re sweet.”

“last I recall…” ethan reaches up and brushed a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “you called me ridiculous.”