"Yes, so would I. I'd much rather be known as 'Neville's girlfriend' than 'that little trollop'," she said with a chuckle and a nod. She shifted a bit, finally feeling as if the knot had let go of her insides, at least a little bit, although there were parts of her that hadn't wanted letting go of, thanks...
She moved slowly to the edge of the bed, then turned, perching on one foot, looking at him. "We do have time, though," she mused, tilting her head, then nodded. "And soon, space without worrying about Gran. Or Rachel..." Mandy felt herself smiling and couldn't do anything about it. "And I... I'm looking forward to that."