She stood up and approached him, her eyes fierce as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to kiss him deeply.
He smirked, kissing her back. "If you're trying to train me to not leave, it isn't working," he murmured.
She glared at him, before repenting. "Okay, fine! You don't hate me. You love me. And you do get kisses."
She sat back on the bed grumpily as she crossed her arms. "You don't even care about kissed or anything."
"You know," he said before rolling his eyes and turning away with a sigh and speaking in a higher pitched voice. "Whatever."