"I'll figure out a suitable punishment by the time we get home, don't you worry." * * * He gave her a mischevious grin. "...eh?"
"I do," she said. She paused at a simple oak double bed. "What about this one?" * * * He chuckled against her mouth. "I know what you're doing," he murmured.
He cocked his head before nodding. "That's a good one." *** She pulled away slightly, but stayed close. "Do you dislike it?"
He nodded slightly. "Sure." *** She was quiet for a moment, before wrapping her arms around him in an embrace. "I like all of you too."
“Landon,” she began sternly, “this is a very important decision. You’ll be sleeping in this for a long time. Let me ask again. Do you want this bed?” *** His arms instinctively wrapped around her and he rested his head on her shoulder.
He nodded, a small smile on his face. "Yes." *** She sighed, her fingers lighting gripping the fabric of his shirt.
“Excellent,” she said, nodding. “Let’s write it down.” *** He kissed just under his jaw before pulling away slightly. “So I take it neither of us won?
He nodded, looking around before finding the pad of paper and pencil, returning to write the number down. *** "Or we both win."
She watched him write with a small smile on her face. “You’re cute.” *** “But neither of us completed the objective.”
She glared at him. “Just because I’m... on the shorter side... doesn’t mean I’m cute.” *** “What an optimistic approach.”
“I’m not a cute person. I don’t have a cute personality.” *** He rolled his eyes, brushing her hair out of her face. “Are you trying to confuse me?”
