Pink Roses
#21: Kiss her on the lips.
Her class applauded as she finished her lecture. And then, one by one, they gathered their belongings and filed out of the classroom.
She glanced down at the framed picture of Mack pressing his lips to her cheek as she tried to study. She missed him terribly.
The door opened and Rose looked up, expecting to see a student coming to reclaim a forgotten item. But that familiar mop of curly brown hair wasn't a student…
"Mack!" Rose cried joyously, running up the stairs to him and throwing her arms around him. He hugged her back, picking her up and spinning her around. "It's so good to see you," she said, sounding almost shy.
He grinned down at her. "I missed you too. Anyway, do you know anything about the sword of Excalibur?"
"There's a whole book about it in our library," Rose answered, puzzled as to why he was suddenly interested in the legendary sword. "But why-"
"No time to explain," Mack said hastily. He leaned down and kissed her so briefly that it was over as quickly as it started.
"Mack-"
"I'll call you later," Mack promised. "Thanks Rose!" He dashed past her again, and Rose knew he had to have some crazy plan in mind. The logical side of her brain told her to take out her phone to call the others, but the romantic side pressed one finger to her mouth.
She smiled.