"God, I'm not your girlfriend because of your stories," she laughed and could finally see the motel up ahead. "I'm your girlfriend because I fucking love you. You're stubborn and arrogant and kind, you give a fuck about people you never even met. You're trying to change even if you don't think you have to, just because it's for me and my son. That's the kind of man I want Charlie to be..." she spoke emphatically and honestly with a beaming, loving smile on her face. "The best parts of you."
She kissed his knuckles and smiled to herself. "Warmth is a good thing to have, definitely. I'd rather that than freeze to death," she replied. "Your turn to pick a question."