The nice thing about holding her like this is that I don't actually have to look down at her, so if her shirt is slipping off, I don't see it. I can just eat my pizza in (relative) peace.

"Yeah, sure, I'll let go," I say, opening up my hand. She doesn't budge though, as I'm making sure that she's still sticking to the surface of my hand.

Almost by accident, a small smile quirks at the corner of my mouth as I take another bite of pizza.