"You idiot I love you!" I screamed.

He suddenly pulled me to him, pressing his lips against mine. "I know," he responded.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't try and be cool," I told him. "You're not Han Solo."

"But you're my Leia," he responded, smirking.

"Cheesy little shit," I whispered.

"Always." He smiled. I grabbed his shirt and kissed him again.