Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[He parts his lips too, tongue just there, the weighta her fingertips welcome—and—
The fucking dog barks.
Cris stops, eyes still closed, and a stupid grin on his face.] Te odio. [He opens his eyes, kisses Sam quick, pushing her hand back against her own chin—just once,—then he bends down to pet the dog.] Is he tellin' us to move our asses and get you home? [He smiles up at Sam, and he allows himself a momenta insecurity, after alla that. He looks at her through his lashes.] You sure you ain't gonna get sicka livin' with me? What if I'm not all that interestin'? Bet you didn't thinka that.