Savannah giggled. "We're becoming as bad as he is. I think he'd like it if it weren't directed at him."
She drew patterns on his chest, thinking about what he was saying. "It's different, though, isn't it? Sam was hurting me, maybe not at the end, but when you started. Just because I'm talking to someone, you shouldn't get that upset. It makes no sense, Marty. One is something that we can't control, but the second? That's different. You know I would never, ever cheat on you or leave you. I mean, I can stop, but that's just... what if we have a mission, what if I have to flirt with someone, and I mean flirt for real, not just talking to the guys on base about home and pie, which doesn't even qualify as flirting."
Kissing him again, she smiled at him. "You have all of me, Marty. You never have to worry."