"You have a lot of things going for you," she said, setting her field guide on the side table and leaning back against the pillows. * * * "Nothing, because I explicitly said 'no mischief'."
She laughed slightly. "Confident, aren't we?" * * * He looked at her askance. "Anything mischievous. Duh."
She blushed but tilted her head. "You're the one who's around. I'm permanently here." * * * "Great. Want to fly?"
“I suppose,” she said quietly, looking up at him. “Can I ask you a question?” *** “Well, did you drive here?”
Her flush deepened, and she cleared her throat, folding her fingers together. "What do you feel about me? Don't be cryptic or try to be mysterious. Just tell me." * * * "Great," he said primly, scooping her up again.
"That's great," she told him honestly. "I just... I don't really know how to handle it." * ** He took her hand, setting his bag on the counter. "Will your mom worry? Do you need to call her?"
