Lyra squinted at Avery for a moment, then left the bottle on the counter and stepped over to slide her arms around his waist. "Hell yeah, I'm having vodka and Monster in a sec," she said, but first she pressed forward and kissed him, slower than before, but then any kiss would've been slower than the ones Armaan interrupted.
"I love you," she said, pulling back a little, watching for that look he'd given her before, like they were the only two people that mattered (they weren't, but whatever, it was still a damn good look when it was aimed at you.) "Everyone else is tripping, y'know? I ain't worried 'bout us."