Her eyes seek out the far corner of the ceiling, coming dangerously close to rolling.
"I'm not trying to get into your shorts."
If anything like that is going on, the one trying to get into the other's shorts has to be the one who bargained for a kiss even after being tortured.
But taking the magazine, she pushes herself over on the bed until her back's against the headboard. "I'm not reading in voices, either."
She has no doubt he said that just to get a rise out of her.
With that out of the way, though, she opens the magazine, flips through the first few pages, and then launches into the article about Callista Christie, pop singer-turned-actress, who caused quite a scene at the Mars-L.A. premiere of her latest movie.
There's not much sex, but it's got to be juicier than Are You There, God, It's Me, Margaret.
Half an hour later she's leaving the room with a grin on her face, having read a few more articles -- in her own voice -- and dodged most of his flirtation the way only a woman so familiar with evasion could.
She's got a torch to put together, and even though she's been told she's going to be coming right back after whatever amount of time she chooses passes, she thinks she's going to go ahead and take a nice long bath tonight.
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"I'm not trying to get into your shorts."
If anything like that is going on, the one trying to get into the other's shorts has to be the one who bargained for a kiss even after being tortured.
But taking the magazine, she pushes herself over on the bed until her back's against the headboard. "I'm not reading in voices, either."
She has no doubt he said that just to get a rise out of her.
With that out of the way, though, she opens the magazine, flips through the first few pages, and then launches into the article about Callista Christie, pop singer-turned-actress, who caused quite a scene at the Mars-L.A. premiere of her latest movie.
There's not much sex, but it's got to be juicier than Are You There, God, It's Me, Margaret.
Half an hour later she's leaving the room with a grin on her face, having read a few more articles -- in her own voice -- and dodged most of his flirtation the way only a woman so familiar with evasion could.
She's got a torch to put together, and even though she's been told she's going to be coming right back after whatever amount of time she chooses passes, she thinks she's going to go ahead and take a nice long bath tonight.
Just in case.