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I squinted at him, clutching the pillow like it was a weapon ready for battle. "You want to see a mama's boy?" I asked, my voice dripping with sweetness. "Alright, I'll show you a mama's boy."
Before that infuriating smirk could fully spread across his face, I lunged across the bed, swinging the pillow with both hands in a dramatic arc. It hit his shoulder with a delightful thud, sending feathers flying into the room.
"What the hell?!" Adrien yelped in surprise, raising his arms to protect his face. "Hey! I take it back! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Too late. I was fully embracing the comedic rage, fueled by the embarrassment of his earlier comments and the leftover adrenaline from the day. I swung again, left side, right side—then delivered a solid thump from above that made his damp hair flop into his eyes.
