2.
Out is through
Every time that I'm confused, I think there must be
easier ways
Every time our horns are locked, I'm towel throwing
Every time we're at a loss, we've bolted from difficulty
Anytime
we're in stalemate, a final bowing
This one is dedicated to aussiehottiemjm. From John's POV:
That red head! She drives me crazy. I'm lucky though--we've been dating for five months, and she hasn't been seriously mad at me yet. It's just these vain little fights that we keep having. It makes me wonder if the advice about not dating co-workers is true. I'm on my way to talk to her now, to see what she is mad about this time. I'm not looking forward to it, since the fights seem to be about random things. Some of them are my fault, so I can't blame it all on her.
When I get to her office, I peek my head in. Rachel is tapping her pencil against the desk in concentration, she has a pen tucked behind her ear holding her hair back on one side, and the rest of it is draped around her face, causing almost a reddish halo to form around her face. She is so cute, if I didn't know we were fighting, I would totally come in, and close the door and the blinds.
Rachel glances up at me in that cute I Love you, but I loathe you glare that she has when we are fighting.
I give her a broad smile. "So, what did I do this time to cause your scorn, Rachie?"
She pulls something off the ground, behind the desk, and throws it in my direction. It is a small white plush goat. "This is not a funny gift?"
"I thought you would like it, it is our 5th month anniversary." I pretend to pout, although I can't believe she didn't like the gift. I thought Rachel would find it humorous and fitting.
She walks around the desk. She goes and closes the door to her office. She looks straight into my eyes, and then kisses my nose. "It was very cute, Detective Grant."
"So, were you picking a fake fight with me again?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Maybe I just date you for the makeup sex." Rachel says with a sexy smirk, before pulling me into a deep kiss.