Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
Yeah. You're a real asshole about it, yeah? We keep haggling over one degree. It's bullshit, papi. Bullshit. [But the thought of him caving hard makes her belly flutter stupid, and it shows. She likes that exhale, too, which translates into another hum. But he says that thing about living to regret it, maybe, and she goes just a little serious as she turns to look at him.] I don't want you to get sick of me because I change shit, yeah? I don't want you to not be into me anymore over it. [Because that really DOES worry her. He was all about his space in New York or whatever, yeah?
But before she can worry about it too much, he's looping elbow around her waist, and she wiggles her ass when his hand rests there gentlemanly. She looks at the kitchen like she's never seen it before, and she does the same thing with the couches. Up his eyebrows go, and she looks over at him. She tries for innocent, but she fucking fails, of course.] Is that all we can do on the couches? I wanna make sure I don't fuck it up. Maybe you should point out places we can fuck, yeah? As we go.