You sat on a barstool, staring at your gorgeous girlfriend, Davina, and looking every bit the lovesick fool. It was, quite frankly, very distracting, but she wasn't going to say anything.

Nope. Not gonna say anything. Even if all she could think about was snuggling up to you afterward, kissing your neck while your hands were in her hair, maybe doing more if she wasn't too tired...

"Davina! Earth to Davina!" The woman in question jumped as a customer called her name. Evidently you were too distracting. The guy only wanted a beer, but still, she shouldn't have been so distracted.

"You," she said lowly as she passed by you, "are going to get me in trouble. I can't stop looking at you. Can't stop thinking about you. You owe me, in one way or another, when we get home. Got it?"