“Mm. I appreciate it,” she said, kissing him lightly before returning to her part of the wall to paint. *** “Yes, you are. It’s fine, really.”
She pursed her lips thoughtfully. "My sister and I shared a yellow bedroom when I was little." * * * "Sure. That's what it is."
"Yeah. My mother insisted that we stuck with that color. It made her too sad for us to change it." * * * He laughed before kissing her cheek. "I believe you, don't fret."
“It does. It sounds like you want gray.” *** He sighed and kissed the top of her head. “You’re crazy.”
