She squinted at him. “That doesn’t mean you can just hug me.” *** “Oh, come now, Cal. Don’t be so skeptical.”
She blinked, surprised. “Sure. But you also want to date me. There’s things we just don’t do.” *** “Not fully. I mean, mantis shrimp don’t really have religions.”
She nodded, satisfied before sliding into the car. * * * "Yes, this again. I want you to know the truth about me."
She started up the car, rubbing her hands to create friction. "God. It's so cold." * * * He kissed the top of her head. "Am not."
She blasted the heat before checking the rearview mirror, pulling out of the parking space. "Our first place is in a little bit of a bad side of town." * * * "Who do you think knows better, you or me?"
She pursed her lips and fell silent again. "So, is this going to be really awkward between us now?" * * * "That's a bold-faced lie."
"I don't know. I don't want it to be." * * * "I know my body better than you do, thank you very much."
He shook his head. "It won't be." *** She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well," she began, her expression joking, "I could get to know your body well if you let me."
She sighed before flipping on the radio and frowning as a certain familiar song came through. "I can feel your halo, halo, halo..." She quickly shut off the music with a frown. * * * His blush was immediate. "Callie Meiz!"
"Cause why? Scared you'll sing along?" *** "Do you want me to be kidding?" she teased, raising an eyebrow.
