I held the paper steady until she had finished; then I dropped it to the floor, turned my body sideways. She slid down into my lap.
I kissed her.
For a moment her lips were against mine, a warm oval hungry for a caress; then suddenly her hazel eyes were looking steadily at me. She was holding her head back and smiling a little. “I wondered when that was coming,” she said.
“What?”
“The pass.”
I eased her gently to the floor. “It wasn’t a pass. It was a kiss.”
“Oh.”
She sat there for a moment, looking up at me, and then laughed again. “You are funny.”
“Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Just lots of things. Do you like me, Donald.”