Barely, but yes.

“Oh my God, I’m not a piece of meat!” you gasp in faux offense, standing up slowly to head to the bathroom and clean up. “Obviously ‘or,’ is what I want, but I NEED to work the problem, babe.”

By the time you’re done cleaning, Alex is already dressed and ready to go, having used the kitchen sink for his comparatively simpler task. Without even thinking, you walk up, stand on your tiptoes, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him. He answers back without hesitation, and you giggle a little into his mouth before you lean back.

“I like THIS, too,” you tell him, then turn to pick your clothes off the floor and get dressed again. It’s not fancy, but it’ll do for now. You slip into some sandals while trying to think about where to go.

“Hey, what about the boardwalk?” Alex asks. “They have all those weird ‘totally not pot,’ shops down there. And the fake psychics, or even the bookstore has weird stuff. Maybe one of them knows what to do?”