She pursed her lips before poking his back lightly, her tone gently playfully as she tried to lighten the mood. "Not gross here.." *** "I think you should wait, Aisling.."
He looked over at her, raising one eyebrow as they headed towards the car. “I’m gross everywhere, Mallory Rose.” *** “Yeah, so does Ellis. That doesn’t mean I’m going to.”
“That is your name,” he agreed as they got to the car. Lucy got in the front seat, starting the engine. “It’s a beautiful one.” *** “Can’t you just support me with this?” she asked tiredly.
She seemed happy, looking over at Jaz who grinned. "We know our names now." *** He sighed. "Sure.. I just want you to be okay."
“How did you both get such fairytale names?” Lucy asked as they drove off. “Seriously. They’re beautiful.” *** “I am okay,” she promised. “I won’t be if I have to stay here for too long.”
She squinted, raising an eyebrow. "You guys don't even know my middle name," she replied flatly. * * * She sighed, lying back against him. "This sucks."
"Your last name is cool, though." Jaz tilted his head. "What's your middle name?" *** He brushed her hair back. "I know. I'm sorry."
She squinted at him. "Genevieve. My parents wanted me to be fancy." * * * "I genuinely wish I died," she told him dramatically. "At least I'd be out there."
He looked over the seat at her. "I think it's nice." Rory rested her head beside the headrest of the seat in front of her. "Emerson, do you have a middle name?" *** He rolled his eyes. "Don't be like that. You'll be fine."
Emerson was trying to clean his face off. "Lucas," he said, dropping his hand. * * * "If I'm not out of here, I expect you to let me ride on your back," she said, playfulness tinting her tone.
She grinned, reaching forward and running a hand through his hair. "I like it." *** He smiled, looking down at her. "But of course."
"I'm all bloody," he complained, looking over at her. "I told you, you don't want to touch me." * * * She nodded, closing her eyes. "Thanks. Ellis is the only person who will generally let me do that."
"I appreciate that," he said, "but wait until I get home and shower." * * * She opened her eyes and gave him a look. "Of course we are."
Emerson emerged from the showers, running his hand through his hair. * * * She laughed sleepily. "The look?"
