Trashy Compliments

(After dinner my boyfriend and I are in the kitchen. We clean up, then share some hugs and kisses. I notice a spot of sorts on his upper chest.)

Me: “What did you do here?” *point*

Him: *tries to look down* “Where?”

Me: *touches it* “Oh, no, wait. It was just a piece of trash stuck to you.”

Him: “Yeah, I know. It’s you!” *starts cracking up proudly*

Me: *half amused, half offended* “Well, this is going straight to the Internet.”