LIZ'S POV
He held me tenderly like he would a younger sibling, occasionally stopping to kiss my head as we sat there, looking at nothing in particular in a comfortable silence. He did not move or try to break the mood. But when he finally spoke, I was glad he had said something to break the silence.
"You're funny, do you know that?" He asked.
I tried to get off of him but he held me still.
"I'm not done talking. What do you think you're doing?" He asked. I could detect a smile in his voice this time but I pretended not to have heard the lightness in his tone.
"What do you mean by I'm funny?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"No, I don't mean literally. It's just about the way you handle things that amuses me." He said.
"Well, are we still talking about this place?" I asked, This tim
