<strong>Beth, with Sean, the boathouse</strong><br/>Beth laughed softly at the expression on Sean's face when he realized what his hands had been doing then reached up and gently caressed his cheek then after thinking it over for another second, sat up and gave him a peck.<br/><br/>"You're a good guy, Sean," she said with a warm smile. "And that's not mealy-mouthed praise, that's one of the highest compliments I can think of. I'm really happy to know you're attracted to me but your highest instinct is probably correct...this may not be the  best time. It was rather impulsive of me to get us into this predicament."<br/><br/>She scooted off the table and slid around him to gather up their shirts, tossing his to him before slipping her own on. She paused and smiled again as she found a place to sit and pull on her socks and shoes. "Do you, uh, need a few moments?" she asked, not knowing how to delicately inquire if he needed some time to recover before going in and also not wanting to just stare and try to figure it out for herself. "Tomorrow morning, I promise, no more hijinks, I'll be ready to run for real."<br/>