Chapter 290: Carla

I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.

~Westley in The Princess Bride

Carla looked at Christian in surprise. Her place? They didn't want to go to her place. She had yet to see Christian's house and she really wanted to, plus her "house" was a converted attic.

No, it was much better if they went and saw his place.

"But, I haven't seen your house yet," she finally said.

"I haven't seen yours," he countered.

She stopped, biting her lip and staring at him. "My house isn't very interesting."

"Neither is mine."

This really, really wasn't going well.

She was still biting her lower lip, staring at him, when he groaned and turned away. "Please, don't do that thing."

"What thing?"

"Stare at me like that. With your lip and stuff."

Automatically, she looked down to see what was wrong with her lips, but of course, she couldn't see them. She flipped the visor down and looked in the small mirror. "What's wrong with my lips?"