Later that night, after the pasta, the questions, and the unanimous (reluctant) approval, Noah and Eleni sat on the steps outside, watching the stars.
"So," he whispered, "Was the neck kiss part of the plan?"
She smiled wickedly. "Of course. They needed to know who was in charge."
He looked at her with soft awe. "And who is?"
She grinned, lacing her fingers with his again.
"Me. Always."