That wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Hell, if he was being honest, he was kind of expecting to get slapped. Well, no. This was Faith. He was more likely to get punched. But that was basically the opposite of what happened. And the she was silent and not punching him and not yelling at him and dammit, she could just say something, anything really. He was still sitting there all pink-cheeked and breathless and looking kind of pathetic.
But then she kissed him. Really kissed him, like the sort that guaranteed he had a good night ahead of him. He heard an appreciative whistle somewhere nearby and someone distinctly muttering at them to get a room, but he didn't really care. Because for one, he didn't have a black eye. And for two? That was a kiss that meant something. And then she was saying those words back, the ones he'd struggled with and fought over for so long. And when she asked if he wanted to leave? Well, who the hell was he to say no? He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed a few bills down on the table. "Damn right I do," he agreed, his smile widening. "So...this means you don't hate me, right? For being an ass the last few months?" He was ninety-five percent sure of her answer, but he raised his eyebrows at her questioningly as he stood and reached for her hand.