"Alright." she said, agreeing to let him get her and to leave the swing, "I'll get the leftovers." she mumbled as she moved to pull away from him. Livey was at bedtime for her usual schedule.
She pulled away from him, her fingers the last bit of her to part from him as she headed to get the little plastic containers of lasagna. She blushed, feeling so much warmth in her. She fanned herself a little bit when she was sure that Neville couldn't see.