“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
“Umm.”
“This is the bit where you throw your arms around me and we kiss and have make up sex.”
“We just had sex.” Jamie was frowning.
“Well, I’m always up for more.”
“Where’s your eyeliner?”
Ryan fidgeted. “I took it off in case you thought it was a bit much. What with the blue hair and all.”
Jamie reached out and ran a finger down his cheek. “Put it back on for me? I want it to be perfect.”
Ryan shook his head. “What?”