He smiled and kissed her back. "I like holding you." He held her close then looked to her when she spoke. "I'm thinking about......how much fun we're going to have tonight." he said smiling. He wasn't used to being asked what he was thinking. In most cases he either kept his thoughts to himself, didn't think at all, or no one simply cared enough to ask. He considered himself extremely lucky since none of the punk girls he had been with were like her at all.