Tegan's eyes scrutinized him, as he set her down, her hands sliding into her riotous hair, interlacing against her scalp, trapping most of her hair between the two. "What do you mean?" She asked softly, her feet pressing into the plush carpet, her teeth worrying into her bottom lip. The air chilled her, in contrast to his heated flesh, her clothes suddenly feeling too tight, too cumbersome. She wanted them off. She wanted something loose and barely there. She watched him suspiciously, his mind slowly cheering hers, as she warmed to the idea of a game.