Loren gave a small nod, the grin on his face still present, at Grace's words. "Of course, love," he answered, and was rewarded with the pleasure of her lips meeting his again. He found himself emersed in this kiss, feeling her emotions spill out to him, and he allowed one hand to reach up to her hair again. That wonderfully beautiful red hair that he'd come to love. Unfortunately it was drawn to a close, and he watched as she bolted up the stairs, giving him the signal to wait for her. He obeyed, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall beside the front door while he pulled out his keys from his dark brown leather jacket pocket. His eyes strayed to the cat as it gave a frustrated hiss. He saw a flurry of movement and Grace was at his side again; her "bite me" shirt replaced with a nice new outfit. He smiled. "You've got to tell me where to get one of those bite me shirts," he teased, and opened the door. He took her hand in his and made his way to his black Dodge Charger, opening the passenger side door for her to enter. "After you, m'lady," he said, mimiking one of the lines he had to say in an old play he was a part of a few good years back. He didn't even remember the name of it anymore. How forgetful.
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