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His hands slip from my back around to my shoulders, down past my honestly not-that-impressive biceps to land on my elbows.
“You’re right,” he says, eyes alight. “Elbows are sexy.”
I laugh and pull out of his grasp. “For that, I’m going to throw you out.”
“It was genuine. I think everything about you is sexy.” He narrows the distance between us to lightly kiss my mouth. “And beautiful.” He kisses one cheek. “And marvelous.” The other.
I cross my arms over my thumping heart. “Well. Then I suppose it’s okay.”
He just smiles at my pretend pout. I’m not that great of an actress.
“Goodnight, my Georgia.”
But seriously, when did this man learn to be so swoony? Did he take online courses, and I never knew?
“That’s not fair, though. I can’t say ‘Goodnight, my Miles’ in return. The alliteration sounds goofy.”
Even though right now, theonlything I want to say is “my Miles.”
“How about ‘Goodnight,theMiles?’”
I put my hands on his shoulders and steer him backwards toward the door. “Goodnight, ‘skating on thin ice’ Miles.”
I pull open the door and he stops just inside the threshold. “Goodnight, ‘one last kiss’ Miles?”
I pretend to mull it over for as long as I can manage. Which is about six-point-three seconds. I lean up to press a soft, sweet kiss to his mouth.
He grins like Willa seeing her ornate piñatas.
“Goodnight, my Georgia,” he whispers.
“Goodnight, my Miles.”
Text Thread
Georgia: How formal is formal for the Andromeda Awards?
Georgia: I’m trying to decide what to wear
Miles: You mentioned a dress once
Miles: Slinky something
Miles: I forget exactly
Miles: But you should wear that
Georgia: Slinky dress made an impression
Miles: I have an active imagination
Georgia: How big of a scene am I allowed to make when you win?
Georgia: Can I whip out noisemakers?
Georgia: Throw confetti?
Georgia: Unfurl a banner that saysIn your face, science nerds?
