Marcie rested her head against the back of the sofa, shifting her hand to curl around his fingers. She felt sorry for him being so alone. She at least had had a happy childhood. It was only later things had gone wrong. "I cannot wait to eat your cheesecake," she said, and smiled, rubbing her thumb across his fingertips. "I can't cook for shit. Mom says I could burn water." She laughed a little, nibbling the inside of her lower lip. Sitting here, holding hands with someone in this perfect evening, it felt so-
"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked, the alcohol making the thought become words. Gods, she missed someone wanting to kiss her...