She flushed, looking over at him. "It's just an old sweater... but thank you. Do you want some tea?" * * * He laughed out loud. "Wine, probably."
She stood up, going over and pouring a cup of tea for him and her. She passed him the mug and then crawled into bed next to him, holding her mug. * * * "Uh... tea. Coffee. Cocoa."
She rested her head against his chest, looking up at him. “So... that was really nice...” *** “Hmph. Uh... how old am I?”
She gave him a small smile, reaching up to cup his jaw with her free hand. *** “25,” he said with a nod.
She laughed slightly, leaning back against him. “I’m tired. You kept me up.” *** He squinted. “You’re young. 23 or something.”
"If you had fallen asleep, I would feel pretty badly about my prowess." * * * "Uh... I don't have any thing else you should know."
He flushed slightly. "I wouldn't, even if I could." *** She tapped her chin. "Okay.. What's your opinion on me?"
"No?" she asked playfully, looking up at him. "Even for an experienced individual like you?" * * * He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
She set down her tea, turning to look at him and slipping her arms around his neck. "A real God," she teased. "A heartbreaker." * * * "Uh... okay. What do you want to know?"
"Hopefully," she replied, her hand curling on his chest. "You have mine, after all..." * * * "Huh... well... I think you're very funny and nervous. You're obviously beautiful. You're a bit of a strange one, but I enjoy your company..." He hemmed and hawed for a moment. "What else?"
