She watched him come closer, her expression expectant. Or triumphant? He pulled the door on the passenger side open. She leaned her head back, her blond hair falling over her shoulder and gave him a victorious smile. “That was quick!” Resisting the overwhelming urge to scream at her or punch her
His jaws clenched he resisted the urge to do something now that, had Snow White done it to her stepmother, would have surely prompted the mirror to wonder ‘What happened to your nose?’ at their next encounter. “Yeah, sorry about that!” he mocked instead. “I don’t deny that that kind of stuff may ha
Joe warily shook his head. “I have no idea. And honestly, I can’t say I even care.” “Well, we can’t just leave her here,” Jack pointed out. “Who knows what she’ll do next.” “Again, I don’t really care,” Joe growled stubbornly. “I can call the police, or I can call Rick’s Dad and have her committed
Joe motioned for Jack and Liz to sit at the kitchen table, then went over to the cabinet that held the glasses. “Anything to drink?” he asked. “Anything non-alcoholic, I mean?” He shot a dark side-glance at Liz. “Man, aren’t you sharp,” she hissed.. “I’ll have water,” Jack said with an encouragin
Sarah was still looking her brother. “Joe!?!” Instead of an answer to her earlier question he just blew out a breath and exasperatedly shook his head. “The short version?” Jack offered from the table. Nodding, Sarah turned to Jack. “Yeah, the short version would be good…” “She…” Jack nudged his
Liz shook her head in a mix of bafflement and irritation at the interrogation style. “I don’t know,” she insisted with a provocative smirk. “Well, did you maybe suck on it instead?” D inquired. From the other end of the table there was the muffled noise of Jack trying not to laugh out loud. When
Seeing him briefly close his eyes and bite down on his lower lip was hard to take. She quickly turned her attention back to Liz. “But thanks so much for your concern, Liz,” she said in a provocatively cheerful tone, “but unless you broke more than just his fingers, I’m pretty sure we’ll be just fine
Joe irritably shook his head. “Just stop the Honey-crap, okay?” “I’ll stop that, don’t worry,” she said, shooting him a glance through the rearview mirror. “But it is ironic, don’t you think? You used to hate the Honey-Baby-Sweetie names. At least that’s what you told me. And using the L-word - oh,
“Let’s try,” she whispered and moved her hand down to his stomach.“Okay,” he put his hand back ontop of hers and slid his fingers between hers.It took only minutes until her breathing slowed down and a slight twitching of her hand told him that she was asleep again.Listening to her breathing and
Joe woke up around three, feeling really thirsty.It took him a second to grasp where he was (not in the cabin anymore) and that he was not alone.The realization caused a flash of excitement.D was sleeping far on her side of the bed.He remembered how she had always used to do that. No matter how
He was going for a mind-sweeping kiss here – one that would swipe her mind of any reservations there might still be. Even if, right now, she didn’t seem very reserved anyway. But he’d rather be absolutely sure…His own reservations were all gone by now. And having her so close just confirmed that ke
Three minutes later Joe returned, a chocolate bar in his left hand and a glass of milk in his right.“I see chocolate,” D chirped with a greedy grin. She had sat up and was leaning against the headboard. “Come here…” Like a lazy princess she waved for him to come over.Stopping at his desk, Joe set
“I don’t wanna mess this up…” he said, his gaze on the bedcover beside her head, his hand tracing one of the lines in the pattern.“Didn’t exactly feel like you were in the process of messing things up,” she said softly and reached out to touch his face.“You don’t think so, huh?” He leaned into her
Joe pushed himself away from the windowsill.“Guess I’ve really earned a jerk medal,” he contemplated as he stepped around the bed to her. “I’m sorry I didn’t pick up.”“Mhmm,” D growled, trying hard to unwaveringly hold his gaze as he came closer. “And you’re hopefully also sorry that you didn’t ca
He shrugged and kept glaring out the window. This had become kind of a habit - turning his back on people and staring into space. It was a bad habit he had developed thanks to Liz. It just helped him focus or stay composed, and it made it easier to get through situations he would rather avoid altoge
What she had before her, was part of the job ads from Saturday’s paper. One of the ads had her company’s swan logo on it. It was the ad for one of the jobs in London.Joe had gotten up from the bed again and returned to his desk. He pulled out the chair and sat down on it backwards so he was facing
D was rising from the bed with the intention to follow him. Only that she was momentarily strangely overwhelmed by something. Something indefinable that affected her more deeply than anything had in a long time.When it only got worse once she stepped out on the landing, a moist wave from the bathro