"Kiss me."
Monty looked at Phoebe with surprise, wondering if he had heard her right.
"Miss D'ysquith?" He narrowed his eyes at her.
She cleared her throat, "I believe you heard me correctly Mr. Navarro… I asked you to kiss me."
She looked straight at him and smiled softly.
Monty couldn't help but return the smile. He then leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers.
He felt her stiffen for a moment, and he cupped her cheek gently. She relaxed at his touch. Phoebe's fingers found their way to his chest.
Monty moved his hand from her cheek to her hair, pulling at it gently.
Her hair felt smooth in between his fingers. He kissed her harder. But she suddenly pulled away.
"That was very nice," she whispered.
"Would you like me to continue?" he asked.
She hesitated. "No," she said, against her feelings, "We should be getting back. Henry will be looking for us." She stood up from the swing and he followed her back to the house.