He laughed a little, the tickling getting to him. “She likes what she thinks she likes about me. Hopefully she’ll still like me when I meet her someday.” He pressed another gentle kiss to her forehead. “What do you say we blow off Brittany and Santana and grab a later dinner?” He figured they wouldn’t care at all. They would probably just end up making smores by themselves, which they’d love considering they can’t act ‘together’ when the whole group was together.
“I’m sure she will,” she assured him, lathering her hair for good measure. “You’re hot, you’re tall, and you haven’t treated me like shit. Those are all she really asks for.” As annoyed as they were with each other on a regular basis, they truly did look out for each other. To Mike’s suggestion, she grinned softly. She saw the opportunity that Mike saw. “I’m down for a later dinner, but I do wanna tell Britts that they’ll be on their own tonight,” she agreed. “I wouldn’t want to completely keep them waiting.” With a grin, she added, “Tonight’s couples’ night in a place where nobody knows us. It’d be perfect.”