incessant adoration

It's him again. Following me around. Coming on short road trips and sleeping next to me. My adoration is incessant that it’s begun to irritate me. He says, "Did I mention I love you?"
"No," I said, stunned. "I don't believe you did"
He looks and smiles as I'm curled up with my head in my hands 'sleeping'. I tell him he has a cute sleeping face but not that he has a cute awake face too, though he does. Playing it cool? He was lying on the couch and oops I slipped and fell and oops, my arms fell and slipped around him. I want to touch each part. I fondly replay different portions of Saturday night over in my head.