I can only imagine what goes on in that head of yours…” he teased. “I assure you I haven’t taken up black magic, ritualistic sacrifice, or—”
“Plushophilia?” I tagged on.
“Excuse me?…” came his half-confused, half-intrigued reaction.
“An obsession with stuffed animals,” I clarified. “I mean, you are a young one…”
“Where did you come up with that?” He kept his hands firmly covering my eyes, but I could hear the amused smile in his voice. “Is that even a real word?”
