He laughed again. She loved that laugh. It was yummy. Like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream. But she wasn't going to make another mistake and tell him that. A part of her wanted to go slow this time, in case he suddenly decided that what they were doing was wrong.

It didn't feel wrong one bit. She hoped he realized that too.

He was right. Talking on the phone unleashed her inhibitions in a way she might have found shocking, if she'd had time to be shocked.

"Are you wearing the T-shirt and ...