She puts a hand on her hip. “This pile of garbage is all I’ve got.” “I thought you had me?” Her eyes flutter in a way that makes me wonder how to get her to do it again. “Do I?” I swallow, forcing the feeble words from my mouth. “So long as you’ll take me.” “And if I don’t?” she asks softly. “Then no one ever will.”
I subtle commitment is being made here. I love their banter.
