I'm sorry to disappoint, Strider. [[Chuckling, she rests her head against his shoulder, wanting to see how far she can push his boundaries before he finally caves and relents.]]

How about this? Three options. One, once I give John a stellar kiss that sweeps him off his feet, I'll allow you to listen to his surely amazing retelling of the event and pretend that was the kiss I had given you. Two, I offer your future girlfriend kissing lessons to be sure that your second kiss won't be as lame as your first. Or three, I treat you to ice cream where we share a sundae, and you can pretend every spoonful is an indirect kiss.

[[Your turn, Strider.]]