She cupped my cheek in her hand, leaned in and kissed me. “Your face is definitely thinner than it was when we first started dating.”
I smiled. “Because I’m losing weight!”
She smiled. “Yes!”
I puffed out my chest. “And I’m getting sexier!”
She stepped back, a confused look on her face. “Baby, you were sexy before.”
She tapped a finger against my temple. “It was your brain. Your brain was sexy.”
“Waitaminute,” I said, “I have a sexy brain?”
When did that happen?