"Well," she started, brushing her fingers through his cooling hair again, "I probably don't need an entire bed of flowers every day. And we might want to keep sappy teenage love poems to a minimum. And you might want to avoid scaling the building to play music outside my window. Dad doesn't know you as well yet here." there was a little bit of teasing in her tone, but some affection too.
"One of the teacher's rooms. I uh, needed a little space to myself." she told him. She hadn't wanted to pull the whole mood of the cottage down and didn't want to get Stevie in too much trouble with his family so she'd done her best to keep her more emotional moments to herself.