I closed the door quietly, knowing Shane would probably be asleep. I found her on the couch, half awake.
"Hey," I called.
She grunted in reply.
"Shane?" I kissed the top of her head. "What's up?"
"Not much," she mumbled.
I joined her on the couch. "How was your day?" I asked.
"Much better, now," I replied slyly.
Shane stared at me. I leaned closer and kissed her soflty.
She pulled away when I ran my fingers across her thigh.
I huffed. "And I can't kiss you, cause you're tired?"
Shane scratched her head; a sure sign she's uncomfortable. "You don't own me, Carm."
I frowned. My eyes fell on her half-eaten sandwich on the coffee table. "Can I have that?"
Shane nodded. "Yeah."
I lauged. "I so own you, Shane McCutcheon!"
I grinned. "Finally!"