“Oh yeah,” she chuckles. “Let me get my pen and notebook, just a moment,” and she takes another kiss. It’s just nice to hold Cait, warmth to warmth, low voices not because they could be heard but simply this intimate moment.

She looks at Cait and winks mischievously. She runs a hand through her hair, brushing down the back of her neck. “I learn better by doing, though.”