"Girl, don't even joke. I have a whole hitlist of spots around this dump in desperate need of a facelift. So much we could vandalize. You stealing my shirts is a bonus."

Chloe laughs against Max, low and warm. She fits so snugly against her that she kind of never wants to move again. The graze of Max's fingertips over her skin sends tiny shivers down her arms, making them tighten.

And Chloe really, really wants to kiss her right now.

But this is like, Max's favorite movie, and they're supposed to be watching it. She doesn't want to step out of line -- especially when, this early on in their newly-romantic relationship, the lines aren't painted quite so clearly yet.

So she contents herself for now with nuzzling along the side of Max's neck, half-heartedly watching the movie over her shoulder. Kissing can wait for whenever Max wants it.