No lie about the sweater. He does rather like it. There was something about how it covered everything yet seemed to cover nothing at all that he liked. Wearing something like this begs to be stared at. He's just glad he can do more than that.

Except, just as he went to pull her, she shoved him back and the little ungraceful flail of surprise might actually have been comical. He fell back on the bed and scrambled back a few inches as he watched her move with surprising speed, straddled over him and kissing him once again.

His brain was suddenly sluggish, like he wasn't sure how to react. No one's pushed him around before, apparently. Still, kisses were good, and as she worked down his jaw he mumbled. "You make a guy want to learn Spanish."