“Do you like your makeup? Did you spend time on it?” She keeps her stare on my tie and not on me. “Yes.” “Exactly. So, I think you should know you did a good job on it.” Those rose-painted cheeks flame. “Thank you.” “How tall are you?” I keep my words low because she’s only inches from my lips. “Five-nine, and no, I’m not going to change into shorter heels.” “Why would I ask you to do that?” She’s done straightening my tie, but her hands are lingering, fingers pretending to work. “Because I’m only a couple inches shorter than you right now.” “I don’t mind.”
