Twilight said tenderly, "Come here, Miss Yor!"
Yor froze for a moment, a blush spreading down her neck. Right, this was all to maintain their cover, after all, but...
While Yor was still wavering inwardly, Twilight gathered his courage and reached across Richie to wrap an arm around her waist.
Richie tactfully slipped out from between Twilight and Yor, took off his shoes, and stood on the sofa-a little impolitely-looking down at his parents' thick heads of hair with a doting grin.
Yor resisted a little, her heart pounding. Both her mind and her body made her desire to flee immediately painfully obvious.
Twilight leaned closer to Yor, and the temperature in the room began to rise. Richie held his breath, afraid the sound of his breathing would ruin the mood.
Twilight looked utterly serious, bracing himself for death as though he had some crucial mission to complete.
Yor's clenched fists, trembling body, mouth that would not close, and quavering voice-every little detail betrayed her nervousness.
Richie heard Yor's frantic thoughts: A kiss? A kiss? Isn't that... Oh, right, I read in a book somewhere that a first kiss tastes like lemon. That would go well with these marinated fish slices. Calm down, Yor... Ah...
While Yor was still rambling inwardly, Twilight's alluring, sensual lips had already drawn close.
Yor's face turned scarlet. Before she could even say "Wait," Richie, standing between Twilight and Yor, suddenly grabbed both their heads.
In an instant, their lips met.
Twilight's and Yor's minds went blank at once, their bodies going limp as though an electric shock had passed through them.
Yor: So this is a first kiss.
Twilight: So this is a first kiss.
Richie: *It still takes me to get things done. You're no good at this, little brother-in-law. I'm the one