“A kiss?” came the somewhat hesitant response.
“Mmmhmm, just a little kiss and I’ll let you go,” he told her as he reached up and cupped her face in his hands.
“There was never a pan of fried chicken, was there?” she whispered softly as she stepped closer.
“There might have been.”
“Might have been?”
“There’s a good possibility that there was,” he said as he pressed a kiss just below her lips.
“Then why aren’t you out there?” she asked, placing her hands on his chest seconds before she fisted his shirt and used her hold to pull herself closer.
“Because I’d much rather be in here with you.”