meeting a sidelong glance. "It feels really nice."
Zell's responding smile was nice, too. "Sure." His eyes twinkled with that bit of mischievous spirit I'd seen so many times before. "Now I know why you asked me to do the ‘Booya' on you yesterday. You were gonna tell me then, huh?"
I lowered my gaze to the ground and giggled. "Yes, only I used up all my courage."
Zell laughed and gave me another squeeze. "I thought I was gonna get flipped or something."
"And you got kissed," I whispered.
He laughed again before grunting "Booya!"
I giggled and gave him a slight push. "Stop."
Zell did. So did I. "You want me to do the ‘Booya' on ya now?" he asked, facing me.
I lowered my eyes and gave a slight shake of my head. I hadn't thought my face could get that red or that hot.
"Damn. I've been trying to get you to kiss me again. Remember the whole thing with that knuckle-noogie in Timber?" He chuckled. "Instead, I got punched."
I reluctantly met his gaze. "If I were more like you," and I could feel the red reach my hairline, "I would've kissed you a long time ago." I think I'm going to melt.
"Yeah?" Zell crossed his arms. "Why don't you?"
I gazed up at him, hoping against hope that I wasn't really still sleeping. That my alarm wasn't going to go off. There's one way to find out. I grabbed my courage, shushed the Thrusteavis that fluttered and crashed against my insides, and stood on tiptoes to place a kiss on those warm, smiling lips. Wow. Then I looked up at him. He still smiled.
Then Zell leaned toward me, wiggling his eyebrows with a whispered "Booya."
The End
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