It’s now even chillier outside, especially after the warmth of the restaurant, and Rapunzel shivers and presses in close to Keys’ side, holding onto his hand tightly as they walk. The words make her smile, cheeks flushing as she looks up at him.

“It’s not over yet,” she promises, feeling that same flush of excitement. No, she still doesn’t think that she’s ready to have sex yet, but she wants very badly to be kissed. “You still owe me a dance.”