He sighed, brushing back her hair. "I love you." * * * She was still frowning, but she stood up. "You should get back to bed..."
He gave her a quick kiss before pulling away. "I'm going to get changed." * * * "You had a pretty nasty fall," she continued, crossing her arms uncertainly.
He came back out a few minutes later, wearing his work uniform. *** She hesitated for a moment before coming over to him, slipping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest.
He squinted at her. "Is it the uniform?" * * * She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest.
"You're just after me for my tips," he said dryly, coming over to her. * * * She went quiet. "Do you want to go back to bed?"
He laughed. "If it was, you'd be mightily disappointed." * * * She looked up at him curiously. "Do you want me to?"
"What?" she teased. "Girls don't tip extra because you're cute? *** He tilted his head at her. "Yeah."
"Oh, they do," he said smoothly. "But it's still just a barista's tips." * * * She fell silent before lacing her fingers through his and heading to the bedroom, bringing him with her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist. "How dare you assume that girls don't tip me?" * * * She got into the bed, lying on her back awkwardly and staring up at the ceiling.
She laughed, resting her arms on his shoulders. "I would be surprised if they didn't!" *** He did the same, hesitating for a moment before reaching over and taking her hand.
He rolled his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. "Good save." * * * She flushed unexpectedly, looking over at him before scooting over tentatively, resting her head on his chest.
