When Rain Ends, Clouds Part

Summary

After dinner, I sat in Ryan's lap,

his chin resting on the crook of my neck. Suddenly, he said, "Honey, why do you feel so tiny?"

I froze. While I was 5'3" and Ryan was 6'2",

we'd been together for six whole years. How could he not be used to my size?

I playfully retorted, "What, after six years, you're just now noticing I'm 'tiny'?"

Ryan realized his slip, pretending nothing happened by lifting me and kissing me fiercely against the wall.

After the kiss, he coaxed me in an intimate tone:

"How could I, honey?"