Beau leans in again, but I don’t meet his lips because I am too busy rolling my eyes and laughing. He must have been in it only for jest, because he starts laughing too.
“You are ridiculous,” I say.
“Thank you,” he replies, and we both return to admiring the view.
I guess my experiment failed, but I don’t feel too badly. Beau took it well enough, I suppose, and didn’t push for more. I guess in a way I showed him that not everyone wants to kiss for s*x, by demonstrating it just now.
“Have you ever been in love, Nanny?” Beau asks me.
I’m taken aback at first, but then I answer as honestly as I can. “Not yet, but I’m hopeful.”
Beau considers that. Then he asks, “What kind of man do you think you would fall in love with? I imagine you falling head over heels for some goody-two-shoes savi
