"Losers, that's who. We have dogs." * * * She jumped before glancing up at him sheepishly and opening the door. She looked a little worse for the wear, her hair ruffled and her lip cut and a faint bruise developing on her jaw, but she seemed happy.
"Yeah. We're badasses." * * * She gave him a smile, although she seemed weary. "I'm alright. It's good to see you."
He leaned against her dramatically. "The rulers of the land." * * * "Right here? This is my license plate. Scratching it out so they can't find me."
He kissed her cheek before turning to look at her sleepily. "Are you tired?" * * * Val's hand was cold in his and she gradually slid down and rested her head on his shoulder.
She grinned. "Of course not! Let's go!" she said brightly, before sprinting into the bedroom and leaping onto the bed.
Callie laughed from the other room, her eyes bright as she rested on the bed, propped up by her arms. *** He kept her hands in his, his brow furrowed.
