Mia felt the shift in Ford's attitude from playful to serious. In the dark, it was easy to hide, even as his forehead was pressed to hers. She was still sitting in his lap, a fact that had mostly escaped her notice until this particular moment. She lifted one hand to touch his face, letting the warmth of his cheek seep into her chilled skin.
"Why are you always so cold?" He whispered, and she shivered as his breath tickled her cheek.
"I don't know," She admitted. "But you're changing the subject again."
She meant to scrunch her nose in displeasure and bump it against his to show her irritation, but Ford's face moved at the same time and she missed. Both of them froze as their lips barely touched.
Mia was too startled to even flinch. Ford had kissed her before, and almost kissed her again when Martin had interrupted them on the mountainside. Surely he wouldn't object to another?
