I Need More

Rosalyn had pricked her finger many a time before, and it really wasn't a big deal. So when Chad sits up straight and seems to feel badly, she's more amused than surprised.

As he envelopes her hand in his own, she couldn't help but feel again the warmth spread through her. His touch was... magic. As his lips caress her fingertip, a grin spreads on her face. "It feels a little better," she whispers. "You may have to kiss it again though, to be sure."

Giggling, she retreats, not making him kiss it again. Though her face felt hot, she suddenly realizes that she was starting to relax a little - at least enough to laugh. Maybe she just needed to get used to being around such an attractive man without swooning every time she saw him. She'd never felt like this before, so it was quite new, and she really just didn't want to make a fool out of herself... if she hadn't already with her silly behavior. He was just so... She looks into his eyes once more and feels the wave of tingles all over again. So much for getting used to it.

Clearing her throat, she scoots back a little on the bed, pulling up her legs to sit Indian style. Almost done with the button, she finds that she didn't want to leave quite yet. Pulling the thread tight, she gives a groan. "Would you believe I sewed this on too tightly?" She shakes her head. "I'm gonna have to start over."

Snipping the button off again, she lifts her eyes just a enough to catch Chad's sight. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Must be related to those feisty bedsheets."

Cutting off another length of thread, she settles in again. "So enough about me. All I know about you is that you're from Nevada, you're incredibly good looking, and you apparently love to flirt with girls. I need more than that if you're ever going to get that kiss."

Shocked she'd even said that, her neck felt as though it was on fire and she concentrates very hard on the button in her hand.