“You have, uh, like, sauce”—he touches the corner of his mouth—“right there.” “Eww, stop watching me eat!” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. “Did I get it?” “Uh-uh, come here, I’ll get it.” I lean in, still wiping my face. “Closer,” he says, “let me see.” I’m practically on top of him by the time I realize he’s messing with me. He grins as he moves in to kiss my mouth. “Got it.”
