“Yes, of course it does,” he said impatiently. “She’s stubborn so often that her head is almost constantly tilted. Why? What’s going on?” She planted a line of kisses on his neck, her hand reaching up slowly.
"She.. She doesn't believe it exists. I'm just proving it wrong. So sorry to bother, but thank you for your input." His hand caught her, and took a breath. "Good talking with you."
“Uh huh. I just embarrassed you with PDA in a park and you called one of my peers who I have a difficult relationship to determine if I’m overly stubborn. Let’s call it even.”
“What? Later? Francis, my darling, you’re scared of Derrick. You’re not going to risk interrupting his Valentine’s Day dinner.”
