You're Lucky I Love You

"Kafka, you! What are you doing here?!"

She hissed, her voice a mixture of alarm and indignation. Her green eyes darted between me and the space she had just been occupying, like she couldn't believe she'd been caught off guard.

I bit back a laugh, though the sight of her crouched on the counter, all flustered and wide-eyed, was more amusing than I cared to admit. 

"Relax, Nina." I said, raising my hands in mock surrender. "You were asleep so peacefully, and I didn't want to wake you up, so I simply sat by your side."

"You didn't want to wake me?" She repeated, her voice climbing an octave. "So you decided to just, what? Lie down next to me like some sneaky stalker, you little punk?!"