Daniel thought back to high school. Yeah, he knew what she meant. He kissed her back; she tasted like lipstick and tequila, a winning combination in his book. In keeping with the joke, he rocked stiffly from foot to foot a couple of times. One time, he got a cramp in his hip at prom, which he figured was some kind of repetitive stress injury.

“Nah. You could.” He said, running his fingers into the back of her hair. They scratched at her neck. He was tall enough to prop his chin on her head, so he did, his voice vibrating them when he said, “You want me to pretend it wouldn’t work to save face?”