"Practice makes perfect," Cash replies, which is not a sentiment he thought he'd ever be applying to kissing, even in jest. But here he was. Back at it again. Maybe if he thought of this as honing a skill, even a stupid one, it'd tamper down the distant ringing in his ears that seemed to arise every time someone spins that bottle.

He moves a little nearer to Spencer in obvious acquiescence, but honestly, makes Spencer do most of the work in closing the gap.