Just My Type
The next morning, I woke up to a room that looked like a tornado had hit it.
Shane glanced over at my laptop and keyboard, his voice scratchy as he yelled, "Get rid of it!"
I nodded and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"In the future, I'll do it for real. I won't need a keyboard to help me anymore."
He weakly muttered, "Shut up."