...satisfaction in his voice.
"Hey, lucky is lucky, dweeb. You gotta live with it," she said with a slight arrogance to her voice, Ben looking at her reproachfully. She then got up and hugged him, kissing him once on the lips while whispering "Sorry, Ben. Need to lead Gramps off the trail."
"You owe me tonight, Gwen," he said, groping her left rear. Gwen squealed as she jumped. "Ben!" she hissed, slapping his shoulder –again.
"Hehe, just kidding, babe," he said before tossing the white box back into the fridge and shutting it. But he could have sworn that he heard a growl as the box hit the yogurt cup.
It was almost near midnight when the 3 of them came back from the town's festivities. It wasn't exactly Mardi Gras yet, but they wouldn't pass that celebration down for anything.
"Listen, kids, I've still got some things to do before we all turn in for the night. Think you can hold the fort without me?" Grandpa Max asked while leaning on the open door, both cousins only nodding at him.
"Alright then. Behave you two. No more fights, got that?"
"Right Gramps," Ben said, turning on the television.
Gwen murmured her reply as she continued to type away on her laptop.
"Meh, they'll be fine," Grandpa Max muttered to himself as he closed the door.
And with that fact evident, Ben immediately got up slowly to sit next to Gwen, who only averted her attention for a second.
"What is it, Ben?' sh...