... stealing a quick glance to Grandpa, she kissed Ben softly on the lips.
"Amazing, isn't it? A few weeks ago you were still adamant about us not being a couple, but now look you, all kissy with me," Ben smirked, Gwen turning pink.
"Damn you," she said, slapping his shoulder as he chuckled.
"I haven't decided as of yet, Ben. I just…like kissing you, that's all," she said, her voice trailing lower and lower. He chuckled at her rather flimsy denial.
"Goodness, Gwen. Just admit that you wanna be my girlfriend already," he said, still laughing gently. Gwen pursed her lips, avoiding direct eye contact.
"Oh fine then, I wanna be your girl. Happy?" she asked, crossing her arms. Ben felt rather surprised. Gwen was never this submissive over something like this.
"Really? No protests? No hits to any of my appendages?" Ben asked, tilting his head slightly to the left. Gwen almost laughed at Ben's expression. It reminded her of Ben's pet dog, as cute as it was.
"No, Ben. You want me? You got me, okay?" she asked, rubbing her nose against his. Ben gave his toothy grin and kissed her forehead before standing up. "I'd like that, Gwen. You're mine, and I'm yours," he said.
"That's a nice way to put it. You're not so dumb after all," she said with her cheeky grin in place, Ben huffing.
"I'd be a fool any day of the year for you, Gwen," he said, winking as she giggled softly. Ben then reached into the fridge to find something ...