Oh, he had seen that expression before. More often than he would have liked to admit, in fact. Eyes a little wide, head jerking back a millimeter like she had been flicked on the nose then halting as she caught herself doing it. The<em>whoa, hey, what did you think I meant</em>look, as he called it.<br/><br/>It was a stupid mistake, Cooper realized. Sarah might have been a little warmed up, but the girl was - well hell, the only word for it was demure. A makeout session right there by the pool was, if not the farthest thing from her mind, outdistanced only by the notion of swallowing a live frog.<br/><br/>Still, it wasn't impossible to recover from. He manhandled the heavy thing into position and dropped down beside her on the cushion, turned so that he was facing her. "The sun here's lethal, they say. Plus there's no reason for prying eyes to see, say, this." And so saying, he slipped a hand around her waist and gave her what he hoped was a just-firm-enough kiss.