"If you did, I wouldn't be the one complainin'," Mitchell answered, the teasing grin only barely hanging on, his attention taken by her gentle encouragement and her lips.

Maybe it was silly, but his heart still made a leap for his throat every time Mitchell kissed Sookie like this, slow and intent, coaxing her lips apart, searching for something just a little bit deeper. Surely a month was long enough to get over butterflies, but Mitchell couldn't complain even if it were the case. Better this kind of light, silly nervousness than the taste of dread, of fear on his tongue that would have been there months ago. He would enjoy the nerves, in that case, and the girl who gave them to him.