<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">The rational part of her didn't believe him, like he was outright lying. He said it was a coworker, but if she recalled correctly, didn't he have a personalized text tone for friends? It made her wonder, but unwanting to spend their first night together bickering, she decided to be sensible and let it go. For now. <br/>
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"Don't call me that," she grumbled, referring to his nickname for her. He only used it when he knew he was in the dog house, and right now was no exception. Watching him approach her, she wasn't in the mood for affection anymore, turning her head to the side when he leaned in for a kiss. He missed, his mouth grazing her jawline, which was a .. weakness of hers. Much to her dismay, and his delight, did she find herself relenting, folding into his embrace and growing unsteady on her feet. "Damn you," she whispered, hands placed on either side of his face to position his head for a proper kiss, which lingered until her heart strummed. This time, however, she didn't fall to her knees.</span><br/><br/>Guiding him backwards, one hand releasing its hold on his face to place against the small of his back, did she back him up against an adjacent wall, her eyes shining with mischievousness. "Love me," she commanded her leg rising to hook around his pelvis. "Forget about a night out with your coworkers, and instead spend it with me, your adoring girlfriend.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"><br/>
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