She sighed, exasperated, running a hand through his golden hair. "Well... yes." * * * "I will, won't I? I'm about to go all Caligula."
"Well," she said, frowning at him. "Then you'll be in big trouble." * * * "I will. I will beat up the beach."
She raised an eyebrow, brushing his hair out of his face. "Come on, baby." * * * "You're the only person I'd do it for."
She pursed her lips, cocking her head. "Can't I just compliment your cooking?" * * * "I'm not. I'm beating up the beach."
"You could. But it'd be unpleasant. And besides, I am all too aware of my flaws. I am not perfect, Landon. Far from it." * * * "And... beaches."
"Your flaws are much fewer, at least, and much less noticeable." * * * He squinted at her, tilting his head. "You're being cruel."
She glanced up at him, giving him a small smile before kissing him. "Thank you, sweet boy. I think you're pretty swell too." * * * "You're not letting my fragile masculinity control my life!"
He wrapped his arms around her. "What do you have planned today?" *** She chuckled. "Don't beat up the beach."
She frowned, her serious expression quickly replacing her smile. "I'm looking around for new places to spread the story," she said quietly, resting her hands on his chest. "The thing is, people are skeptical to get stories about conspiracies, and even more skeptical to get them from total strangers." * ** He sighed, dramatically. "Please don't run off with the beach."
He blinked, his hands on her waist. "Oh.. Well. I know some people." *** She moved to kiss him deeply, her fingers brushing his jaw. "I wouldn't dream of it."
She laughed almost nervously, as if she wasn't sure if he was serious. "Oh, really? Like who?" * * * He smiled warmly, his free hand coming to rest on the small of her back. "You know, I think I'm beginning to believe you."
"Just some people people.. The editor of Chamberlain Weekly, ehhh.. Cypress Tribune.. Some others." *** "Oh, do you now?"
