“When they reached her door, Clay leaned in for a kiss, and Swint closed her eyes to give him one back. Then came a series of loud thudding sounds – and no kiss. When Swint opened her eyes, Clay was lying on the ground at the foot of the stairs in a tangle of long arms and legs. Clay had fainted. From the bottom of the stairs, he looked up sheepishly at Swint. “Ain’t nobody gonna believe this,” he said.”
