"I know," Kathy said with a wry smile of her own. "For one thing, I wasn't planning on asking, but offering."

Just a kiss, and probably only one at that; Kathy knew when she was playing with fire even if that didn't always stop her. But they'd been hanging out and talking and, well, kissing Ez felt right. Not in the way way that pushing him to his knees and seeing what happened did (which felt right in her pants, but not her brain), but in a way that had more to do with warmth and fondness and comfort.