Separate names with a comma.
He tilted his head. "Are you tired?"
He grinned. "Fair enough." *** She went to his bed, stretching out.
He grinned, sitting beside her. "Cause you're making fun of me now?" *** She followed along.
"So harsh," he teased. "I'm hurt." *** She took his hand. "That's okay."
He squinted, taking her hands. "Compensating for what?" *** "Can I come with?"
"It's hard to miss." *** "Well there's carrots, some onion, potato, stuff like that. I don't know what the other cooks put in it."
He grinned brightly. "You know my ego is overwhelmingly large." *** "I dunno. I just did what the cooks told me."
He grinned. "Hardly wonderful. We work well for each other." *** She went to him, putting an arm around his waist.
He sighed, brushing her hair back. "You're lovely." *** She followed him curiously.
He grinned, watching her adoringly. *** "Mm. We'll see."
He pulled away for a moment. "I love you, Aisling.." *** She laughed. "I suppose so."
He leaned slightly to kiss her, relaxing. *** "No, just cause you are."
He looked down at her. "I love you too." *** She squeezed his hand. "You're cute."
He looked around. "Thanks. I don't stay here often." *** She kissed his cheek. "I love you."
He pursed his lips before stepping aside. It was a rather plain room, lacking many decorations on the wall. On the desk, however, was many herbs...
He gave her a smile. "Yeah, I'm sure." *** She looked back. "Chopping up vegetables for the stew. I'm all done, though."
He blinked. "You can come in if you want." *** She grinned. "Your secret is safe with me."
He stood awkwardly, watching her uncertainly. *** She laughed, looking up at him. "I can't?"
He looked her over thoughtfully. "I do love you." *** "Emerson, don't fight the elderly!"
He was watching her intensely. "If you love someone you can't just change your mind about it." *** Her brows furrowed slightly. "Don't get...
