Our eyes lock.
Mine hopeful.
Hers hesitant.
Then she smiles. "Fuck it."
She reaches.
Skin touches.
The universe spins.
My axis shifts, rightening itself just a teensy bit when I close my fingers around hers.
"I may suck, ya know?" She's nervous, biting her lip.
I want to kiss it.
"Either way, I'll pretend you don't." I wink.
And goddamn it feels good to flirt.
She smiles, cheeks pink. "How did I get so lucky?"
"I'm the lucky one."
She stops walking, facing me. "I'm serious, E. Where do you get the patience?"
The answer is easy. "I love you."