Catherine lifted her hands to his, closing her eyes at the gentle touch. She had wanted that even more than the kissing although kisses did make her beyond happy. She turned her head to kiss his palm, his skin rough from all the hard labor. "Then you had better not get shot again or I'll kill you myself," she muttered grumpily. "And we're watching fucking Clerks. That is a cult classic."
She arched an eyebrow but nodded, "Yeah. I think I could eat now." He didn't have to ask her to stay. She was planning on it anyway. Unfortunately, that was the climate their relationship was in at the moment.