Military’s Girl
He chuckled and I glared at him.
"You know, you could have just gone back in there to eat your cake, you didn't have to get my face all sticky." I complained, pouting with my bottom lip out.
"What?! You did it first!" He cried out in fake outrage, you could hear the playfulness in his voice.
"And that invites to you to put your cake on my face?" I asked, throwing my hands out with a disbelieving look on my face.
"Yes, yes it does." He said with a triumphant smile on his face. I shake my head at him, fighting off a smile, then face-palmed my self, slowly dragging my hand down my face for emphasis.