He quickly smacked her foot away while also sitting forward more as if that would have stopped what she had done. It had been too late. "Brat," he muttered as he wiped the beer off of his face. He set the bottle down on the coffee table and then sat back once again.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you're right. Nobody can put up with you," he said, smirking up at her. "Yep. I would be so lost without you that I would resort to stalking. But first I would have to figure out what days to stalk you. I do have other ex-girlfriends to stalk first."