"I know," she said smoothly, wiggling under his arms. She looked up at him with a small smirk. "And I will."
"Are you sure that's not seductive?" she murmured, looking up at him with wide, grey eyes, her auburn hair sprawled out on the white sheets. "I'd like to kiss you."
She pursed her lips, turning her head slightly to glance towards the window. "Well, that is unfortunate. I'd love to kiss you and hold you and run my fingers through your hair and whisper to you, but it seems as if your pride will keep us from that. What a pity."