“You’re so weird.” I shove away his face when he angles for another kiss, and I cover my mouth to wave him away. I don’t want to get all tongue and lip when I can still taste the leftovers of my breakfast.

“I know, but you love me anyway, and it gives you a great outlet for all that fiery Sophie rage.”

I watch him move off and start pondering that we seem to like getting a bit wild sometimes. That inner doubt that sometimes creeps up that maybe I am not normal. That ...