"You're still a spoilsport, I see," he grinned, letting her know that he did not mean it. He lifted her hand that he was holding, drawing her closer, and letting go once she was near enough for him to wrap his other arm around her waist. "But I suppose you're right."
He leaned down and kissed her, pulling back with a chuckle when a whistle sounded from nearby. "I'm sorry," he murmured, not sorry at all. "I could not help myself."