An Eskimo Kiss…
“It’s just too freakin’ cold!”
The comment was met with laughter from the younger of the two, as the girl promptly lost all reserve she had had up to that point. “It’s not that cold.” She pointed out, eyebrows rising at the man beside her as he continued to shiver uncontrollably.
“Says the woman in four layers.” He grumbled, glaring at her scarf as though it had personally insulted him. “Not to mention, I hardly produce any body heat, thank you very much, so it’s not like I can just throw a coat on and be set.”
“There are ways to fix that, you know.” She pointed out with a wink.
“There are?” He frowned slightly; not quite putting two and two together (let alone finding they made four).
She leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose, giggling when he went cross-eyed to look at it. “There are.”
…A Kiss on the Nose.