That was ... that was an amazingly hot and sexy and awesome thing to say and it meant George had to sort of dive across the table and attack him. Not really attack. Make out with. Making out was awesome. They should make out for another two hours for free this time, and then go to his room and make out for seven or eight hours and maybe get naked and --

"I died," George said, abruptly. She had only pulled back from the kiss a split second before, and had retreated a bare inch or two. Her eyes were still squeezed shut. "I got hit by debris from a space station and now I'm dead."

No way could she open her eyes now. They were staying glued shut. She might see him run away, if she opened them.