Complicated

Last night Darrin and I were lying in bed, talking about nothing much. Darrin decided it was time for sleep and turned to kiss me just as I said something that caught his attention. Mid-kiss, he made a, HMMMM??? sound. I started laughing, broke away, and said half-aggravatedly, "Don't DO that!!"

Darrin: What did you just say--before I kissed you?
Me: I don't even remember! But don't do that anymore!!
Darrin: Don't do what?
Me: Don't say "HMMMM???" in the middle of a kiss. It's distracting.

We looked at each other and I started to giggle again, Darrin started laughing and we lay there, enjoying the irony of my having to concentrate in order to kiss my own husband.

This is why I married him. He doesn't care if I don't go weak at the knees when we make out. It's no big deal that I don't always feel like kissing. He thinks it's funny that I have to concentrate completely on him when we do--actually I think he likes the fact that I have to work a little, and that he's my sole focus for our intimate times--and I think he enjoys being the center of attention in those times, as well.

But now that it's morning, I sort of wonder what I said that started the whole thing in the first place.