She shrugged, distracted by the drawing. "You've already read my field guide. You know how I feel." * * * He tapped his forehead against the side of her head playfully.
"I didn't really read the whole thing. I have no idea how you feel." *** She grinned. "What was that?"
After about thirty minutes, she had a light sketch. She turned it towards him. "What do you think?" She caught him while he was rolling his eyes at her, a small, sweet smile across his lips. * * * "Oh, I tapped your head."
"You're just..." She cleared her throat. "You're really... you know. You're really handsome." * * * "I do, but we're not cutesy like that. We're cool *squee!*es."
"Sorry," she said hastily, covering her face. "Sorry. It's true, though. You're beautiful." * * * He kissed her cheek lightly. "I do."
She also looked embarrassed, saying nothing as she looked down again. * * * "I suppose. Privately, at least."
She scoffed slightly, looking up at him. “I have a bandage over my face, a black eye and hair that is frizzier than God. But I appreciate it.” *** “Privately, we’re cute as hell.”
