And he NEVER disappoints.

Rachel bit her lip and looked down at Reid's shoes, hesitant. That was a... complicated question. One that wasn't easy to answer. It was at least thirty seconds before she began moving. Ever so slowly, she lifted her head and - rising on the balls of her feet - gave Reid yet another kiss.

Only this one wasn't on his cheek. Smiling, she pulled away and lowered herself back down - never breaking eye contact. "I don't know why... I guess I kind of like you, Mr. Hemingway," she stated with a small smirk and innocent eyes. "Did it bother you?" she added in an angelic tone, clasping her hands behind her back as she awaited his answer.