"Microwaves," she mumbled into his shirt. Her fingers kneaded reflexively at his waist where they had fallen. "Right."
And for a few long moments, microwaves were all right. But at length, she settled back a little. Her hands stayed at his waist, but she stopped her disgusting clinging.
"You always seem to just..." She stopped, then smiled, a little embarrassed. "Just know."
She wondered what their first fight would be like. There had to be a fight, but... it was hard to even imagine. He was so, so kind, and she didn't deserve it. That didn't stop her from leaning forward and standing on her toes to reach his cheek. It was a quick kiss, but warm.