The words sound forced and lack the sincerity I prefer, but I'll take it for now. I let go of her hair, but I don't let go of my embrace. I like her pushed up against my body like this. Her heart is racing against my chest, and I can feel the outline of her delicate features pressed against my hip. Tonight may be the night.
"Get changed," I tell her. "We're going out to eat."
She looks at me questioningly, causing me to sigh.
"We can't eat here. I'll have someone come over and clean up the mess you created. Hopefully the kitchen will be as good as new by the time we get home tonight."
Her expression changes to disbelief. "I don't think that's possible."
"A lot is possible when you're me. Now, go get dressed."
I give her a kiss on the forehead, something that surprises both of us. Her face is laced with confusion when I let go of her and beckon her to walk up to the bedroom to change.
Why did you just do that? The question is written all over her pretty face, but I can't give her an answer.
Because I don't know.