Andrew tucks the card into his back pocket and flits his eyebrows in my direction. “Thank you.”
We walk outside, leisurely making our way back to Andrew’s car with a pep in both of our steps. I turn to Andrew just ashe opens the door at the passenger side. “Did you want to drive around and look for more open houses?”
“Or we can go back to your place,” he suggests with an implicit tone. “We can browse houses on Zillow from the comfort of your couch. Do other things too.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “That sounds like fun.”
He kisses me, pressing soft pecks to my cheek. He pauses, watching the late morning sun hit my eyes. I smile with something contemplative filling the creases around my mouth, making it twitch and quiver.
“What?”
I shake my head. “Ireallylove you.”
“I really love you, too.”
“Let’s go before they snatch up all the good houses,” I say with a palm cupped to his jaw.
“Oh,” he exclaims as I scoot into my seat, “can we find one with a theater room? I’ve always wanted one of those.”
“As long as I get my closet, you can get whatever you want.”
“Don’t tempt me,” he teases, his hand on the door, ready to close it behind me. “I might throw in an indoor pool.”
I roll my eyes through a laugh. “Just shut the door so we can go home.”
