I looked in the mirror and saw the man lazily leaning against the doorframe behind him, with his hands in his pockets, his eyes half lowered, always looking like he was awake, with a playful smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, looking at me leisurely.
"Shit!" I muttered incoherently.
"Fuck" he said back to me in his nice voice not to be outdone.
I turned around, pouted, and strode in front of him. I raised my head, and he was looking at me condescendingly. I raised my hands in a hug. He chuckled, bent down and put his palms under my ribs, and lifted me up and hugged me to his chest.
He frowned for a rare moment, his eyes stopped on my face, and he squeezed my little arms and legs with one hand. He seemed to think about it for a long time before he said, "Baby, are you overweight?"
I opened my mouth slightly, and the saliva dripped down on his collar. Then I flattened my lips and cried out.