She sat on the counter, pulling him closer, her knees brushing his hipbones. "You're pretty cute, you know."
"I do," she insisted, tilting her head to place light kisses on his neck. "I really, really like you."
She leaned into his touch, watching him carefully. "I love your eyes, Craw," she said absently. "They're like leather."
She rolled said eyes before shifting to kiss his jaw. "You're drunk because you're lying. Or... you're lying because you're drunk."