She smirked as she passed him, but said nothing, heading to the kitchen. * * * He kissed her forehead. "I love you too."
"I can be cool too!" *** She rested her head on his shoulder, kissing the side of his neck. "We have a lot of pizza coming.
She began to make coffee, her wet hair soaking droplets on the back of her top. * * * "What about the cinnamon twists?"