[ she does have a pretty firm habit of saying things without really thinking them through, or considering any kind of deeper meaning attached — and when she's this distracted the odds of her being able to circle back and give longer thought to whether she'd meant something more are very, very low.

she doesn't want to second-guess why it's so easy for her to just lean into him while their mouths seek each other out. it just is. ]

See? S'not that easy, is it?

[ she gives him a pointed, playful look and then starts working his shorts open, even though her plan is really just to free his dick without making him take everything off. it plays into the whole scenario of them trying to sneak something if she only uncovers him enough to slip him free, but she doesn't leave him untouched for long, pale fingers stroking over his generous erection as a soft sigh leaves her. ]

I swear, sometimes I can't decide what I wanna do with you more. Where I'd rather put you inside me. There are just so many options.