Michael is familiar with Lee’s different laughs. He knows what this one is about. It’s not one of the good ones, not really, but it’s not what he’d call bad, either. It’s a top-of-the-rollercoaster laugh, he thinks. An oh-shit laugh. He starts to smirk into their kiss, then the smirk turns to a smile, then his smile grows so wide he can’t kiss her anymore and he just rests his face against hers like no one else is around.
Fuck the peanut gallery, anyway. He’s pretty sure that when your super hot girlfriend dares you to kiss her on your anniversary, you’d better fucking take that dare no matter where you are or the title of ‘Massive Chickenshit Failure’ will go on your permanent record.