It was late when he got her back home. He walked her to the door, at which point she was nervous again.
“I’m not going to try to kiss you good night,” he said, joking.
“Thank you,” she said, perfectly serious.
“I would like to spend some more time with you, though,” he said.
“You already spent the three hours with me,” she pointed out.
“I decided to donate that time,” he said, grinning. “Rhonda’s time hasn’t started yet.”
She looked at him. “You just want to get in my pants,” she accused.
“That thought has occurred to me,” he teased. Then he got serious. “But if that never happens, then that never happens. I can live with that. I just want to know, at some point, that you’re comfortable being around a man who finds you very attractive, and would get in your pants if he could.”
“You
