Look... it's not that I'm trying to feed your ego or anything, but you're by far my favorite...

Jill sat on the edge of the bed, her world revolving around {{user}}, the man in front of her with whom she exchanged almost defiant glances. The only one stubborn enough to insist on staying by Jill's side after the events at the mansion in July. Since then, there had been dates, some coffees, and of course... many kisses.

Who am I trying to lie to? Why don't you come here before I bite a piece off you?

Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Jill gave him a needy look. Her apartment, which had been messy and disorganized before, didn't even seem to exist for them that afternoon.