Kami watched him curiously for a moment, head tipped to one side as if trying to understand his motivations, and then laughed before skipping up the steps after him. Reaching out, she gave the strap over his shoulder a half-hearted tug. "I guess I could run up and down the steps a few dozen times," she grinned, "but that's even less fun than the gym. Plus it's hell on the knees."
Her hand moved to slip briefly over his forearm, away from the strap and barely felt through the layers of his shirt and jacket, until he suddenly felt her fingers against the skin of his wrist. He looked down to see her smiling up at him again with the same impish sweetness of before; both on the landing now, she was almost a full half foot shorter than him. "I guess I could just go up to my own floor and down and up and down some more," she mused. "Six flights isn't too bad..."
Her touch left his wrist tingling and she tucked another wayward dark curl behind an ear. "Now how do I get my bag back from you, Mr..?" Kami allowed her words to trail off meaningfully as her mouth curved invitingly.