It didn't take Laurel to come back out of the hallways, she was dusting her hands on her jeans and then looked up at Oliver. "Hey," she said with a smile, but then she cocked her head to the side, he looked hot...not that he didn't, but there was something about him.
Laurel was drawn to him, she didn't say anything, she moved her hands to his face and just kissed him. The kiss was lustful, filled with need, want, desire, "Welcome," she breathed, but then kissed him again, pulling him into her, "home." She meant to say to my home, but damn it, she couldn't even think to string the sentence together properly.