"This is your fault," Molly grumbled, as softly as she could, and shifted so she wasn't sitting on a shoe.

Carlos Ramirez looked reproachfully down at her from where he stood, bent awkwardly to the right to avoid an outthrust shelf. "And whose idea was it to sneak up here?" he asked, his voice as indignent as a whisper could bear.

"Yours," she said, innocently.

He snorted, and smiled, and crouched down so he hovered just above her. "Liar," he breathed into her ear.

"Shush, they'll hear you!" she hissed.

"Not me. I am sneaky like ninja." And he kissed her.

They didn't get caught after all.