She raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to be more explicit?" she asked primly. * * * "I would never lie to you."
“Because we’re in the tree fort we built as kids,” she explained. “And just then, I thought something might happen. So I’m telling you now, since you say you’re attracted to me.” *** He smirked, pulling her closer. “Big mistake.”
“Because that’d be weird,” she tried again, taking his hand. “It would be strange. Plus, maybe you don’t even want to.” *** “We gotta decide what we’re making.”
She frowned, pursing her lips. “But I want to,” she persisted, hesitating for a moment before flushing slightly. “I want to, with you... just... you know. In the right place. And if you do.” *** “That’s a good idea,” he agreed. “What kind?”
He nodded in agreement. "I do too. But I think you're right. Right place." *** ".. Nut butter and jam?"
She kissed his nose, cupping his jaw in her hands. “You’re so hot when you respect boundaries,” she told him playfully. *** “What? No, that’s good.”
She finished washing the dishes before coming over to him. * * * "Nut butter and jam is a good food."
"Maybe go down to the river. Start looking at cleanup efforts?" * * * "Something tells me that you don't like nut butter. Like a heathen."
