"Don't worry," Charlie assured him, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "I'm not dating you for your brain. I'm dating you for your body."
Liar, liar, pants on fire. That was probably the last reason she was dating him, considering that she had only gotten her first glimpse of the body in question barely five minutes ago. Though it was gorgeous. But she knew she could list at least a dozen other more important reasons why she was "dating" him: he made her happy; he made her feel safe; he genuinely cared about her; she smiled and laughed more since she met him; he was sweet and thoughtful; he was protective and treated her like a treasure. The fact that she loved him was only a minor detail in the greater span of who Royce was and why she thought him so wonderful.
He was even closer now, his forehead resting on hers, and she involuntarily closed her eyes, soaking in his nearness with a small smile on her face. His hands snuck under hers to rest behind her, so she pulled her own arms higher to drape over his shoulder. He felt so delightfully rough, her hand ghosting friction over his skin. The sensation nearly distracted her from the conversation at hand, but when she caught onto what he was saying, she laughed. "What, you mean you don't know how to tell the difference between a bad carburetor and a bad alternator?" she teased lightly. She couldn't either, to be honest, but at least she knew what the stick thingies on the side did. "S'okay, I've got a reeeeaaally easy question for you."
Charlie inhaled once, smelling hamburger, woods and Royce, shivering a little with the pleasure of having him so near, and for once, all to herself. "Who do I care about more than just about anyone in the world?" she whispered. "Who makes me feel happy and safe and cared for? Who am I going to have to kick Noah out of the apartment more often for?" She cracked one grey eye open and smiled a little more. "Here's a hint- I've got my hands on his shoulder blades right now."