They’re sitting on a porch swing with comfortable cushions the color of Anna’s silky red hair. Jo twirls a knife in her hand, aware of Anna’s eyes on her.
“I’m not so great with words. But I can show you how I feel,” Anna says quietly, breaking the silence.
Jo frowns. “What do you mean?”
Anna places two gentle fingers on Jo’s chin. “I’d really like to kiss you.”
“Shit.” She doesn’t bother to ask ‘really?’ Joking around isn’t Anna’s style. Jo takes a deep, cleansing breath then nods.
The porch swing stops rocking as their lips meet.