It's a little kiss, barely more than a touch, but as soon as Scout begins to pull to away, Flint's other hand comes up and cups the back of Scout's neck. Flint smiles and takes a step forward, so he can kiss Scout again, firm and sweet.

Everyone's in their rooms, or blowing off curfew elsewhere. It's still risky—someone could open their door at any moment—but right at this moment, Flint doesn't care. If Scout doesn't stop him, he won't.