“Wes,
will you promise me something?” Janet asked as they walked hand-in-hand to the
house.
“Not
unless it’s a promise I don’t intend to keep,” he replied.
“Like
what?” she asked, turning at the top step so they were now at the same eye
level.
He
grinned, putting his hands around her waist and pulling her closer. “For
instance, I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“Oh,
really?” she said, pretending to scowl. “You better or I’ll smack you or
something.”
He
laughed. “Yes, ma’am, but I can’t promise not to kiss you,” he said, leaning in
and kissing her.
She
smiled and tossed her arms around his neck. “So, this is what it’s like, huh?”
she said.
“What is?”
“Being
your height,” she said, bumping her nose with his and giggling. “I’m your size
now.”
He
grinned. “Guess so,” he replied, “Do you like it?”
“Better
than getting a crick in the neck from looking up so much,” she said.
“You’re
not that little,” he protested.
