He swung his leg over and reached for me, pulling me into a kiss. He started slow, shifting, checking my balance. I backed up a little and swung my leg over, so we were both straddling. Better? I said. Much. He gave me a real kiss then, deep and hungry, and I think the branch could have snapped and I wouldn't have noticed until I hit the ground. Maybe not even then. We kissed, barely coming up for air, until a giggle sounded below us. Then a singsong voice. Rafe and Maya sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Annie… Rafe peered down at his sister, beaming up at us. I thought I asked you to stay inside today.
In this scene, Rafe and the narrator share an intimate moment, where Rafe pulls the narrator in for a kiss. They find a comfortable balance while straddling, and as they kiss, the world around them fades away. The kiss becomes passionate and consuming, and they are so caught up in the moment that they are oblivious to their surroundings, even the risk of the branch they sit on breaking beneath them.
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