Our hands found each other. Our fingers interlaced with each other.
“I think I understand your need to feel dominated,” Armando said, “but I think you’re mistaken when you assume that it necessarily takes a person bigger than you to do it.”
“Really?” I said.
“Really. We short people have secret powers that you big people aren’t usually even aware of.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, that’s so, and provided we get out of this alive, I promise to prove it to you.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” I looked at Armando. He looked at me. I smiled a little. He smiled a little. We both leaned a bit toward each other and locked lips. Kissing each other just seemed like the perfect thing to do right then.