"Maybe," she giggled. It didn't sound like a bad idea at all. He was soft and warm and firm, and he smelled like Derek. But they were home now, at her home, and she had been carried an awfully long way. She had been dizzy, she knew, but now her feet were dangling and desperate to move.

"Maybe you put me down and.. I thank you for taking me home." She smiled, pretending at innocence, and likely she would have succeeded were she not entirely sensible of herself.