"Nah, it's good. We'll just order Chinese food and Tacos everyday and watch silly movies all day. I've never come around to show you the real classics, like Alien and High Noon."

Clint pretended to be not half as serious as he actually felt in such moments, when all he wanted to do was to forget that they did have a life outside of what was between them. And that they would eventually have to return to it.

Not now. He buried his face in his arm, sighing, and groaned when he felt the sensitive spots where he had nearly bitten his skin open.
"Then again, two days in, you'd probably kill me. Heart attack or whatever too good sex gives you."