She gives him a knowing look when he pulls back to smile at her. There's a mischievous gleam in her eye, but it's clear she's not going to call him on it. It's just a shared moment where they're both thinking the same thing. The fact that they can have a moment like this at all after all these years feels like a blessing.

"Well," she muses, leaning in to drop a kiss on his mouth. "You did promise me we would make out like teenagers." She gives his lower lip a gentle nip, then kisses his jaw. "I'm very interested in making good on that promise."