[Well, it's not a garlic bread kiss. And really, any kiss from him is a good kiss. Which means she smiles against that pizza kiss, and chases after his lips as he breaks away.]

I'm not worried about anything.

[It feels important to clarify that. She reaches for a breadstick and munches on it as she tries to think of how to best put her thoughts into words.]

It's just that the longer we spend together, the harder it is not to tell you how I feel. Sometimes it feels like it's going to burst out of me. And I didn't want to scare you away.

[Her smile is starting to take over her face again, and she winds up briefly leaning to press her head against his in an effort to hide it.]

You're right, though. All that matters is that it's you and me. It's us against the world now.