[Her legs parted for his when he stroked her thigh. God knew she shouldn't be encouraging him any more, as turned on as she already was, but she couldn't help herself. Her hand on him stayed light and slow. With her other hand, she reached for her beer, taking a sip and glancing around like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.]

Do you have any ideas for after dinner? Another movie or something? [She shot him a teasing look, remembering that last movie.] Buy me another slushie?