She dimpled before resting her head in the curve of his neck, her fingers drawing pictures in his skin. “Can’t stand you, really.”
“Oh, of course,” she teased, feeling his pulse under her fingertips. “I’m really only marrying you ironically.”
She turned her face into his neck, relaxing slightly. “Of course, you know I’m just being a jerk and I do love you. Right?”
She sighed before kissing his cheek and sliding off the couch. “Now I really do have to go call my sisters.”
“Much obliged,” she teased, pressing small buttons on her watch before retreating to the hallway, speaking softly into the microphone.
She spoke for several minutes, speaking in a quiet, thoughtful tone. She paced in the hallway and she finally returned, flopping back onto the couch. “They agreed to meet!” she said cheerfully, resting her head on his chest.