"Good girl. Now close your eyes and give me a kiss."
Mia's shoulders were shaking with laughter as she obediently closed her eyes and childishly pucked out her lips for a kiss. But instead of Neil's lips, a cold, wet snow kissed her back—a face full of it. He deliberately smashed it all over her cheeks while she sputtered and laughed harder, then he got up. "Now," he said, grinning like a satisfied sultan as he held a hand out to help her up, "you're sure you've had enough of the play?"
