"I think that would be a good idea, yes," Stephen says, mock-serious. He looks her over, though, as he says it, taking in the long lines and curves of her body, the place where her hip bone dips just above her jeans, the red lace of her bra against pale skin. "A very, very good idea." He reaches out, resting a hand at her waist. For all his talk, there's no real intent in it yet, though god knows he's tempted to turn this into sex.

"Were you going somewhere?"