“Yeah, then yours is the sweetest,” she shoots right back, with only on eye still open. Her one open eyelid begins to droop, and she looks at the offered hand. Or was it offered?

But they had kissed. And they had bathed.

But how foolish will she look if it isn’t an offer? If this is a wish too far?

She rests her hands next to Harrow’s, letting their knuckles rest against each other.