Angel shook her head at me, grinning, as we headed down the hall. She scowled at me when I gave the breadsticks to the janitor. He laughed and asked her if she wanted to trade half of the breadsticks for some pizza. She readily agreed. I ducked into my (our) room, grabbed him a paper plate, and let him pick his slices. He fist-bumped me and headed off to wherever he'd been going when we interrupted him.

"You are such a suck-up," Angel purred, grinning at me with a half-eaten breadstick between her lips.

"You are such a sexy bitch," I told her. "The easiest way for me to guarantee...