"What? No, I'll ask them--and you aren't going to go getting rid of me that easily." He turned to follow her with his eyes, smiling warmly. "And I was frowning because I look way bigger than I feel. My shoulders, especially. I didn't think I was so wide." He rubbed his arm and glanced at the mirror. Standing sideways now, his eyebrow arched, and he ran his hand down his stomach. His chest was deep, too, but he found he rather liked that. "Yeah, I can... I can see handsome a little better now."<br/><br/>Carson turned away and walked over to wrap his arms around her from behind. He lifted her up to her toes and pressed his face into her neck, kissing and nuzzling warmly along her skin. "I want you with me no matter what happens. Even if they say no, Sunny gets the big room, you're with me in the lumpy cushion storage room. If they say yes, you're in here with me. You're mine, my woman, my lover, my life." He slid his hand up her front, his hand cupping one of her breasts before it continued up to her shoulder. "You're mine, Malia. All mine. I'm never gonna let you go." He lay his head on her shoulder and inspected her face, what he could see of it. "Don't talk about me not wanting you to stay. Not even as a joke. I'll stab you if you do that again." He winked and kissed her jaw.