while we trade bites of our meals , placing chopsticked morsels into each other 's mouths in a way that would be impossible to get her to do out in public , i coax her into sipping a glass of the champagne - just enough to render her languid and periodically giggly after dinner , mostly when i kiss her somewhere ticklish , like the bottom of her foot , or the curve of her waist , or the top of her inner thigh .