"All right, we can count it," Sam said, seeing the benefits of calling an impromptu outing to Paris and the Louvre a date, over, say, just a couple new friends hanging out. "I actually don't know my number," Sam realized, still half-distracted by how soft and plush her lips were, brushing the tip of his thumb lightly against her lower lip as he gently traced the curve of her jaw with the tips of his fingers. "I could call you as soon as I have your number, and then you'll have my number on caller ID." He sneaked another, quick kiss to her lips. He wasn't so sure he could stop kissing Mary yet.
"That's how we did it with all of our backup cells. I had three at least, even though two just lived in the glove compartment."