I gestured for a hug. As she wrapped her arms around my waist, I kissed the top of her head and smelled her lilac hair. She pulled away and squinted. “Did you just kiss the top of my head?” “Just a friendly kiss. Like this.” I bent and kissed her cheek. She stood still, her eyes wide. “Goodnight, Gracie.” “Night, Matty,” she whispered as I walked back to my room.
