"Except the lack of furniture," she amended. "And the lack of paint." * * * "Hm. Okay. Well... enjoy your meal," he said, turning to leave.
"Right? It's going to be really, really cool." * * * Arlo waited for him to leave before putting his face in his hands. "Oh. My. God."
"I'm thinking inspirational cat pictures everywhere..?" * * * "Are you going to leave me for him?" he teased.
"No, Landon," she chided. "You're not supposed to agree with me about that." * * * He grinned brightly. "Oh, really?"
She kissed his neck lightly before pausing. "Arlo's probably going to be pissed." * * * He grinned, pushing his glasses up his nose. "We do! Without starfish man."
"Well, he shouldn't be. He's got Callie, and I've got you, so we're all happy." *** She laughed. "Comedies!'
He blinked, as if surprised. "Of course I am. Are you?' *** She nodded. "This means I'm spending the night, right?"
She nodded slowly, her eyes thoughtful. "Yeah. It's just..." She shrugged, looking out the window. "I don't know. You're so... good, you know?" * * * He raised an eyebrow and was quiet for a moment, surprised. "If you want to."
She didn't meet his gaze, looking out the window. "Well... you know. You're you and I'm me." * * * "No, no, no! It's totally fine. I'm just surprised."
"So, you're nice and warm and, and good. I'm grumpy and sarcastic and I don't like many things." * * * "Well, yeah. I'd love to have you over."
