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He put his hands on her back, pursing his lips. "I want to hang out with you, and just relax."
She laughed delightfully and reached up to kiss the side of his neck. "C'mon, let's go. We gotta."
Francis watched from the side, a sly smirk on his face. This was the perfect night.
"Yeah," she said. "I think we should help some more."
"Right," he said. "But I'm here now, and I think you should spend time with me," he suggested, giving her a sly grin. "I know I want to spend time...
(Sure!)
She nodded, giving him a grin. "Sounds good to me."
"Distracting from what?" His tone was curious, and he tilted his head.
Francis cursed Evan under his breath as he left, going offto conspire with his group.
"That's why I asked when," she admitted. "We shouldn't be talking about it for awhile."
"But why?" he questioned, kissing her cheek. "It sounds lame."
He winced slightly, but said nothing, only gave him a look before continuing.
"When?" she asked, her eyes thoughtful.
"You're still going to training?" he asked, taking her hands.
Francis frowned. "Watch it, Evan." After that he continued walking, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Of course not," she said, kissing him lightly. "I think it's cute."
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Do you have anything in mind?"
"Grabbing my book," he replied flatly. "Now if I could just be on my way."
She frowned, her hands nervously wringing. "Does it change your opinion of me?"
"Thank you," he replied. "I appreciate it."
