Leslie grabbed Olivia's arm. "Whoa, whoa, stop right there. Only my Ricky gets cuddle rights from me."
Truth was, she just didn't want Olivia's paint-stained clothes rubbing off on her, but of course she had to make it sound cute.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "Ugh, you're always going on about 'my Ricky' this, 'my Ricky' that. Spill it. You didn't come here for no reason, did you?"
Leslie scratched her nose awkwardly. Olivia really did know her too well.
"I had a bit of a fight with my Ricky, so... I was wondering if I could crash at your place for a few nights."
Olivia gave her a once-over, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, seriously? You two actually got into it? What happened? Come on, dish."
Of course Leslie wouldn't tell her.
"Eh, nothing big. Don't worry about it. Just...
