Back at it Again (One-on-One)

“I don’t know if I believe you. You make fun of my height an awful lot.”

***

He paused, perhaps detecting her expression, before he leaned in and kissed her.

“I know, Cal. I was just kidding.”

 

“Hmph. That’s what people say when they’re being unkind.”

***

“I love you,” he sang, squeezing her hand.

 

“Sure you are. You’re making fun of my height deficits.”

***

“Even if you’re cross with me?”

 

“Height deficient!”

***

“Oh, Excellent. I also love you when I’m cross, just so you know.”

 

“I prefer the term height deficient.”

***

“You’re not psychic, Cal.”

 

She nodded slowly, satisfied but still wary.

"Thank you."

* * *

"So you don't know that you'll always love me."

 

"And, because of your crimes, I shall call you giraffe."

* * *

"You can't see the future, though!"

 

"You called me short. It's only fair."

* * *

"But you don't, Cal," he said gently. "You and I can hope, but we don't know for sure."

 

"Right. Giraffe. That's what I said."

* * *

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Callie..."

 

"Yes, my sweet, sweet giraffe."

* * *

"I just... I think it's dangerous to put so much trust into a relationship so early."