"Sandy," I asked. "Will you please come back here?"
"What, hmm?" he murmurred.
"Please, kiss me without thinking of anything else but me"
"Oh," he said with a low, rumbly laugh. "Good idea."
And, there in front of the refrigerator, I with a lunchbox in my hand, he with a bag of frozen fruit, we had one humdinger of a kiss.