She paused, squinting at him. "I think you're lying to me," she said decisively, playing with his top button. "I refused to believe you just called me 'hot' in 1920s vocabulary."
“Yes, and that’s all it can be,” she said, reaching up to brush his chin affectionately. “If you start pointing out how smoking hot I am, it means you’re getting into compliment territory, and compliment territory is a dangerous game to play for a casual relationship. I’m just a girl and you’re just a boy, and we’re using each other. That’s it.”
She leaned down and kissed him deeply, her hands on his chest. “Although, you are ridiculously hot,” she teased playfully.
“It’s all objective,” she maintained, slipping off of him and standing up. “I can acknowledge that you’re a hot dude.”
“Probably,” she said playfully, pulling her hair back in a ponytail. “I might stop by tonight. Will you be busy?”
She laughed slightly under her breath, leaning down and giving him a deep kiss. “Good. Keep your schedule open, alright?”
She smirked slightly, letting her hand drop from his face and heading to the door, closing it behind her.
