“I love you too,” she replied easily, resting her forehead against his for a moment before pulling away. *** “It’s not your fault.” The cut was actually quite deep on her jaw and she shifted uncomfortably. *** “Of course,” he said, sitting next to her on the bed. *** “Are you talking to me or to Moose?”
"I really like the tattoo." *** He frowned, looking at the broken window. "How do I drive?" *** She took a bite, looking up at him. "You are really good at making food." *** "You, but I love both."
“I’m glad,” she said easily, sitting on the edge of her bed. *** “How do you drive? What do you mean?” she asked, sounding bewildered. *** “Thanks, Rory,” he said, leaning over and kissing her temple. *** “Take that, Moose! She loves me more.”
He stretched. "How long until it's, like.. healed?" *** "I want to drive," he told her seriously. *** She looked up, her head tilted slightly. "Is everything alright?" *** She frowned. "I love you both."
"It'll be completely healed in about two weeks." * * * "Don't be silly," she said, getting out and brushing the glass off her lap. "You can't just go." * * * He looked over at her curiously. "Of course." * * * "But me more, right?"
He nodded. "Alright then." *** He frowned, leaning back in his seat. "What do you mean?" *** She nodded. "Just making sure. " *** "A little bit."
She patted next to her on the bed. "You're super attractive." * * * "I can't just teach you to drive in a few minutes. I'll be fine." * * * "I'm with you and I'm eating cake. What's not to love?" * * * He looked down at Moose. "One of us has to go."
He sat next to her. "So are you." *** "I want to drive, Lucy.." *** She grinned. "You just seemed quiet." *** She squinted. "Neither."
She considered him, her hand on his chest. "I'm not the one without a shirt on." * * * "I'll teach you some other time. I'm not having you drive right now." * * * "I was just thinking," he said, resting his head on her shoulder. * * * "Nope. You have to choose."
He was quiet for a moment before smirking playfully. "Like the view?" *** "Why not?" *** She kissed his head. "What about?" *** She looked thoughtful before pointing at Ellis. "Moose doesn't have anywhere to go. You have your house."
She flushed in embarrassment, dropping her hand. "I mean... yes..." * * * "Because it's dangerous," she replied, clearly getting a little irritated. * * * "You, mostly. Recipes. Making out." * * * He squinted before standing up and heading towards the door.
He kissed her cheek. "I'm teasing you." *** "Then why do you get to drive?" *** She grinned. "Those are fun to think about." *** "That doesn't mean I want you to leave."
"It's rude," she protested. "I'm not going to take off my shirt to fluster you, so this is unfair." * * * "Because I know how. Don't be like this, please." * * * "I agree," he said, setting his plate on the bedside table. * * * "It means you want me to leave. I get it."
"I guess I just have the upper hand for once," he said with a grin. *** He didn't say anything, just stared at her for a long moment before pointing at the pedals. "That one goes and that one stops. The wheel turns. The harder you press down the faster you'll go or the harder you'll stop. Oh. And that one makes the rain wipers go back and forth." *** She took a piece of the cake with her fork and offered it to him. *** "That's the exact opposite of what I just said."
She squinted at him, this proposition seeming to make her furious before she began to remove her outer wrappings. *** “I don’t care,” she said flatly. “I’m not going to have to driving for a whole day when you’ve never driven before.” *** “I already ate mine.” *** “I don’t believe you.”
He blinked, sitting straight. "Wait a second!" *** He frowned, folding his arms grumpily. *** "I'm offering you some of mine!" *** "You made me pick."
She looked over at him, her hands on the hem of her shirt. “Yes?” *** She began driving, frowning still. *** “I already had some, babe.” *** “It’s fine. I’m leaving.”
He eyed her thoughtfully. "You don't have to do this." *** He went quiet, looking out the window. *** She shrugged and took the bite before setting down her plate as well. "..Well it was certainly worth the wait." *** "Ellis.."
She raised an eyebrow, a flush already on her face. “I can’t let you win,” she said, pulling off her shirt. She had tattoos along her stomach and up her body. Distinctly, though, there were scars along the hem of her trousers. *** “The cake?” *** He closed the door behind him.
He blushed deeply, hastily covering his eyes. *** She gave him a look. "No.. Not the cake." *** She frowned, standing up and going to the door, opening it.
