I have got you deep in the heart of me,

so deep in my heart that you're really a part of me.

I've got you under my skin.

Frank Sinatra, Under My Skin

"That place was terrible." His fingers are laced through his ranting girlfriend's as they walk down the street together. "No, I'm serious. I don't understand why people have been raving about it for weeks!"

Sam laughs again, releasing his girlfriend's hand and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "What kind of sadist charges thirty dollars for one tiny little bite of… liquified shrimp?" Amy continues.

"I'm with you there. That was some of the weirdest dining I've ever experienced," he concedes.

"And what was that music?" She barrels on, gesturing with the hand that hasn't found a home on Sam's hip. "It was like they were playing the same weird techno song over and over again."

"With the bass turned up so high I could feel it in my skull," he adds. He's been dating her for the last three months and has known her for nigh on fifteen years, and he's still discovering new things about her. For example, she can put away a twelve ounce steak in ten minutes and still have room for dessert, and she can rant for days. Sure, he's heard her launch into arguments for long periods of time at work, but this kind of tirade is different – he finds it incredibly endearing.

"I'm still so hungry," she laments, her free hand on her stomach.

"Well lucky for you I called to order pizza while you were in the bathroom," he reveals.

Amy turns her head to look at him, her eyes lighting up hopefully. "Really?"

"Would I joke about pizza after that nightmare?" Sam asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh my god, I love you," she groans, leaning into him, her forehead against his shoulder.

He smiles at that, turning his head to kiss the top of hers before pulling her to face him as he stops walking. "I don't know if you realize this," he says, slipping his arms around her waist, "but that's the first time you've said that to me."

She skims her hands up his arms until she can grip his elbows gently. "Huh," she replies with a smirk. "Go figure."

"Did you mean it?"

Slowly her lips curl into a smile and she nods slowly. "Yeah, I did," she tells him confidently.

"Well it's about time," he teases her with a smile, causing her to laugh.

"What do you mean it's about time?" She scoffs as she playfully swats at his chest with one hand.

He gently brushes back a piece of her hair with his fingers. "I'm pretty sure I've been in love with you since the first time you kissed me."

Amy's smile grows a little wicked at that. "I always knew I was a good kisser," she jokes. "Think I should use my superpower to get Gaines on board with 143?"

"I'd prefer you didn't," he tells her, pulling her a little closer.

She rolls her eyes sarcastically. "I'll just have to use my brain then."

"That's your superpower," he murmurs, leaning in and kissing her slowly, pressing her against the post behind her. She arches into him and smiles against his mouth as her hands grip the opening of his jacket.

They part after kissing for longer than is probably appropriate in a public place and she links her arm through his, steering him toward her apartment at a much quicker pace than previously. "What's the hurry?" He asks through his laughter.

She laughs along with him without breaking her gait. "Pizza!"