“Kiss me,” I told him. “Great Job Ty! You get her beggin’ on her knees for ya.” Silence. “Go on Ty!” “K-K-Kiss me.” I repeated. Silence, again. “You choose now to sing like Katy Perry?” He said and chuckled nervously. I chuckled nervously too. “Do it!” I slipped from the mop and he caught me. One arm behind my back, the other holding my right arm. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips to mine.