““I thought it was. . . um." He cleared his throat. "But there were clearly a lot of expectations, and a lot of pressure, and. . ." He squirmed in the chair. "We were going to die, you know." "I know." She squeezed her knees into her chest. "And, no, it wasn't. . . I didn't think it was a bad kiss." "Oh, thank the stars." His head fell back against the chair. "Because if I'd ruined that for you, I was going to feel like such a cad.””
