“Depends on what kinda lizards they are. Dragon Lady, maybe?” He shrugged.
March. The month St. Patrick’s Day fell in. Also the month his birthday fell in. A smile spread across his face when the description of her costume jogged his memory. “Twenty-first birthday. Yep, that sounds like me.” He nodded. That had also been about a year or so before the infection started, but he didn’t add that part.
“Who says there’s gotta be a teacher? Can’t we just be two naughty A students?” He bit his lip and waggled his eyebrows. “Or we can both be teachers. Doin’ things while the kiddies are off at recess.”
When she kissed him again, Silas let his hand slip from hers and go around her waist to rest on her lower back. The other hand reached up to brush against her cheek. “Should let you lead every time,” he mumbled when he pulled away far enough to speak. “You’re good at it.”