her walk finally slowed as she came towards the end of the hill . he says , trying to cheer me up , incorrectly thinking that i 'm still affected by bad press . he glared hard at me , capturing my stare and stalling me from questioning him further . the newspaper ran a contest and people voted and everything . she placed her hand on my chest , ran it up to the back of my neck and into my hair , and pulled me down to her mouth . 