Hands fell to his lap, before watching her as she made herself at home. There was something so beautiful about her as she moved about his place. He so hoped she'd stay tonight.
Then she was seated, not in his lap. He may have pouted, just a touch. She was right though, he reasoned. He wouldn't be able to type as well on the laptop if she was in his lap. He just gave a nod of his head, before he was tapping a button on the table that sat in the center of his dining room. The laptop raised on a desktop that appeared from seemingly nowhere, and was at the perfect height for Aldrich to write without cramping his back.
Without pausing for a moment, he started to write. Reliving their entire night. He entered almost a meditative state, and after what had felt like just mere minutes to him. He ended it. With three little words. I love her.