Sally shrugged, "I just have a feeling that if he figures it out, I'll be the first one he'll blame. And I really don't need him mad at me again." Sally bit her lip. She didn't want to think about fighting with Wayne.
Sally squeezed Harold's hand softly and nodded awkwardly. Sally glanced up at him quickly, noting the blush, and smiling. After a moment, Sally leaned up and kissed the corner of Harold's mouth, smiled, and returned her head to his shoulder, her cheeks radiating heat.