Something Creative (One-on-One)

She pressed her forehead against his to keep him from moving.

“No!”

 

“Stop being a dinosaur,” she said with a laugh, so close that he could smell her perfume.

 

“Stop that!”

 

“Oh, God,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re too much.”

 

“Oh my God,” she said, laughing as she rested her forehead on his shoulder. “I hate you.”

 

“It definitely is,” she said with a grin, pulling back to look at him. “I hate your ghostly attributes.”

 

“It’s not my fault.”

 

She laughed again, turning to lie next to him instead, her head resting on his arm.

“This could have all been avoided.”

 

“If you weren’t so stubborn.”

 

“It’s not my fault you’re a ghost dinosaur.”