Hard Luck Hank Screw the Galaxy(111)

I clicked it off.

“Yes, but it lets me know I’m alive.”

I then took Garm in my arms, dipped her back like the cover of some cheesy romance story, and kissed her as passionately as I knew how. When we broke apart, Garm smiled and then laughed.

“Wow,” she began, “you haven’t kissed anyone in a while, have you?”

As I was preparing excuses for my romantic deficiencies, Garm put her hands behind my head and kissed me on the lips as it was meant to be done.

Yes, indeed. Good to be alive.