Harry regarded her with a half-smirk. "Should I be worried that my...girlfriend," he turned over the word wonderingly, "of all of twenty minutes is already speaking of my death? I know they say today's youth moves fast, but that seems to be pushing it."
A tremor ran up his spine when Mandy brushed her lips over his and he cupped her cheek and kissed her back, closing his eyes and letting himself sink into the kiss.