Nana's Couch

#1: Arrival

Spencer dragged her suitcase into the large lake house, sighing of relief when she finally got it inside. From behind her, her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her, placing butterfly kisses all over her neck. A giggle escaped her mouth as his mouth made contact with her neck from behind. She turned around to face him, and then gave him a much longer kiss on the lips, finally hugging him.

"Life feels free," she commented, and then linked arms with him. "We have the whole weekend here. Imagine all the things we can do. Swimming in the lake, maybe even skinny dipping in the lake—"

"Oh, I like the sound of this already," he said, chuckling. "But don't you want to spend as much time as you can with your friends? They're not the ones that are following you to college."

"Yeah, and I'll spend time with them later. I know we have all the time in the world to do whatever we want once I go to college, but that doesn't mean we don't get any alone time now," she flirtatiously said, looping her arms around his neck with a smirk. "Okay, and are you having second thoughts about coming with me to college? You'll find a new job there! You're a talented carpenter. Or you can be a crappy police officer again."

"Crappy? I thought I was pretty good, and I also thought you really did think my uniform was a turn-on," he said with a laugh. "No, Spence, I'm not doubting coming with you. You're all I have in life, and I'm not letting you slip away. There's nothing I would rather do than be with you. I'm excited for our new life! We can move in together, and have everything together. I love the sound of that, and I love you."

She laughed and said, "Good, because I don't want you to come with me, and then resent the decision for the rest of your life. But by the way, I hated the police uniform. You might have looked good, but police officers suck. I think you look much better as a carpenter. Carpentry is what you love, and the uniform for that job is what I love."

"The uniform for carpentry?" he said, rolling his eyes playfully. "You do realize the only uniform for carpentry is me either wearing a dirty shirt or no shirt at all."

"Exactly why I love it!" she exclaimed, yanking him in for a kiss. When they separated, she gushed, "Don't you know how much I love that uniform? Your muscular, sweaty body either completely shirtless, or wearing a tight bro-tank that emphasizes those abs that I dearly love."

"In that case, why don't you just become a swimsuit model?" he joked, raising his eyebrows. "I'd love to see you in that uniform. Plus, when I visit you at work, there would be tons of hot girls in swimsuits."

"Shut up!" she cried, smacking him.

"I'm kidding! If you were a swimsuit model, the only girl I would look at is you," he told her, chuckling. "Let me make this better— no matter what profession you're in, the only girl I ever want to look at is you. Actually, the only girl I ever want to look at is you."

"Good, you made this right. If you hadn't changed your answer, there would be no skinny dipping tonight," she said, winking.

"Oh, so as of right now, there is skinny dipping?" he curiously asked, raising his eyebrows.

"You'll find out," she said, laughing.