Sarah felt a familiar fluttering, an impulsiveness edging to get out. He had come up with the exact right answer, and it made her giddy and excited and terrified all at the same time. A smile appeared as she shifted forward to press her lips against his.
It wasn't a kiss of epic proportions. She wasn't makin' out on their couch. It was chaste and brief, and when she pulled back from him, she was still smiling. "I like you," she assured him, letting out a soft laugh at her own boldness.