"It was so embarrassing; the wind lifted my skirt," she said. "I wish nobody saw that!"
He smiled. "I'd trade my good mornings and serene nights to call it back just to see for once your blushing cheeks and fumbling hands. I want to be that Noboby."
A friend asks, "How does her kiss taste?"
I say: I wouldn't share even in words. In this case, I'm not generous.