She knows how to kiss for cameras, how to turn someone on, how to perform, but that's not how she kisses him now. She doesn't move much, just presses her lips to his with a shy reservation, feeling his cool against her as sweat begins to trickle down the corner of her temple.

"You'll see me again. Promise," she says, and even though she doesn't mean it she certainly sounds like she does, sells it like she could sell ice to an eskimo with those bright eyes and that trustworthy grin. She rests her forehead against his.