"Not all boys have cooties," she told him smugly, smiling as he kissed her. "Only most of them. You might even be getting less-infected lately."
She leaned into his side. "It's okay. I miss the dorm, though, and staying with the girls." She swallowed, realising suddenly that Bridget wouldn't be among said girls, and sighed. "Dad's all about that protective thing, you know? I'm ready to not be watched every single second of the day."