“Aww, that is so
sweet. But we aren’t ordering pizza, you cooked, I’ll eat.” She walked
up behind me and wraps her arms around me. She lightly presses her lips
to my collarbone and then suddenly takes them away. Mean!

“Best girl? Does that mean there are others?”

“Oh yes, lots of others. I have you all on a schedule. It’s exhausting really.”

“Well, as long as I’m
the best, I can handle it. They had better not have exhausted you too
much while I was gone, I have plans for you tonight.”

“Really? What sort of plans?” I ask her as I turn around in her arms to face her.

“Well” Her thoughts
are interrupted by my lips on hers. As I pull my head back she tries to
talk again, “I was thinking of a few things on my way back here, like”
again I interrupt her. I’m liking this.

“Why don’t you go change and then we can figure out what to do about those plans of yours.”

“Yeah, I’ve been in
these clothes too long. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” She kisses me
quickly before walking out of the kitchen.

I watch her walk away
and then realize that I have a huge grin on my face. I feel like a
teenager around her sometimes. I love watching her walk so comfortably
through my house. It just feels so right, like she totally belongs
here. She belongs in my home and my life. It’s just such a strange
feeling. I’m not one for letting people into my safe places. My house
is definitely one of my safe places. I mean, my friends come in and out
of here like it’s there own, and that’s cool. But Dana is different, it
is like it’s hers. And I like it that way and that is so strange for
me. Safe places stay safe by not letting people in who can take that
security away or take you away from that comfortable place, but it
would feel even stranger without her in it. I almost feel safer and
that scares the ***** out of me.

She comes back into
the kitchen and lifts the cover from the pan. “See, with the cover off,
I know it’s chicken, the smell was just different, the cover must have
messed with it or something.”