She was a little surprised that he even agreed to her suggestion. She had to tell herself, in her head, to behave herself. Don't do anything you'll regret. Holding his hand felt strangely comfortable, and for whatever reason, just for a second there, it sent visions of the two of them into her head. Innocent visions of a cutesy frolicking sweet romance between them. That went to show the difference in their ages.... That she was still in that young, naive, innocent, time. Hopelessly romantic.<br/><br/>When he took off his clothes and stood in just his boxer briefs she couldn't help but stare a bit. Damn. He had a nice body. He definitely was not scrawny. Not like Dave. She shook her head and blushed and crawled into the bed, looking up at him as she scootched her body close to his, pressing her little body against his side, gently resting her head in the cranny of his neck and shoulder. She couldn't help but take what she tried to make a not so obvious inhale of his scent... Gosh, he even smelled good. Like a man.