Jenna smiled, shaking her head. “No, I’m not starving. I’m fine. I can wait. It’s probably better that way. We’ll, um. Work up an appetite while we get to know each other.” Then, as though realizing that her words sounded the mildest bit suggestive, her cheeks seemed to fill with color again. “I’m so awful with words,” she murmured to herself, making her way over to the couch.