I would snap back if it were just the others laughing, but our guys aren't holding back either; even the most polite one, Rimel, is covering her mouth with her hand, barely keeping it together. Jennifer is the only one who looks shocked, bending over and trying to see how I'm doing. When she took my face—which had just kissed the floor—between her hands and spoke, I thought, 'good thing I took that tumble.'
"Max, you're not hurt, are you?"
Man, I'd fall fifty times a day just to hear that question; what a voice, what sincerity. She gathered up the long, flowing skirt under her metal upper armor and leaned over me. If this is going to be the torment of Hell, I could stay stuck in this moment for eternity.
"No, I'm fine. I just tripped!"
We stood up with our arms tangled around each other; our faces were so close. There was, let's say, two or three fingers' width between our lips. Just a little pucker and I'm gonna plant that kiss; what the hell am I waiting for?
