The offensive was even more direct than before.
After it was over, Rae Bennett opened her eyes and saw Wyatt Wright's gaze, restrained yet burning, and the subtle but real red at the corner of his eyes.
"Wyatt Wright."
Wyatt Wright patted her on the back, "Hmm."
She opened her mouth, panting softly, "You're really good at this."
Her hands, formerly clasped around Wyatt Wright's waist, began to grow mischievous, gently scratching like Simba's kitten claws when she was young, tickling without hurting.
Wyatt Wright, who had been deeply engrossed, was now withdrawing quickly, his eyes clear again with only his breathing still somewhat erratic.
He held down Rae's restless hand, "Don't move."
Rae calmed down, "Can't I touch it?"
Someone was passing by outside the car.
Wyatt Wright supported Rae's head, hiding her face in his chest, lowering his voice so only she could hear, "Not now."
Oh, so she could in the future.
Rae buried her head and quietly laughed.
