Rules

Carson moves quickly, but isn’t fast enough, and Misty slips out from under his arm, ducking him for the second time.

With playful frustration he rolls his eyes. In two steps, he catches up and stops her from the back by reaching his right arm around her torso, the other across and under her chin. “You’re not playing fair,” he teases in her ear, holding her tightly against him. “There are rules you know.”

He moves his hand to her chin to turn it to her right, and leans down over her shoulder. “But who cares?”

Cocking his head, he presses his lips to hers, still holding her firmly with his arm, his free hand resting on the side of her face.