Even if she might not like him testing out nice and dabbling in nasty, she sure did love to hear him laugh. But more than that, she loved to be the one to make him smile. Honey knew he hated to concede to her but it was always a small gift when he did. She hoped he did not see the sunrise in her eyes...the glimmer of joy his own joy gave her. The corners of her mouth twitched as she tried and succeeded at subduing her smile.
The wet meat names had been bad but really,these shellfish terms were dreadful...She glared at him with a sideways glance right before he pulled her away from her primping pose. She had exhaled a hrmf and was whisked away, exactly how she'd demanded. And how she wished he didn't hold her close only as an act of contention. She relished being in this nook of his the countless times she'd ended up there.
She wanted to tell him as much but was unwilling to relent. It would be unbearable to live with him if she did...and she wondered how long this living arrangement would need to go on before she could escape from the confusion and take an extended vacation over seas - perhaps Greece or maybe Italy. She'd always wanted to go to Italy.
"Thank you." She said, but whether this she's offered this because he was being gentlemanly or because he let her go was left vague.
"Just so long as you do that on your side, my stewed carrot. You can put a clown nose on the end of it if you really want, so long as you don't do it over that line between yours and mine that you've drawn up in that imagination of yours." She said, as she was escorted from their co-habitational living space.
While he locked the door she peeked at him and wondered the very same thing What have I gotten myself into.