Zheme stepped outside, a small smile whining across his lips as he turned to look at Lexie who stood by the doorway. "I'm leaving, Gimme a kiss."

Lexie huffed, arms folding across her chest. "No."

"Why not?"

"Because...I don't want to kiss you." A lie, that's what she told, but her pride would never allow her to tell him that she craved the touch of his lips and the touch of his hands. "And besides, I haven't yet brushed my teeth."

Zheme frowned, lips forming into a gorgeous pout. "And?"

"And I... I'm going inside."

She pivoted on her feet and that was enough encouragement to have Zheme pulling her...