She turned, rolling her eyes. "Pffft. Whatever." She moved toward him, her motions more fluid, more sensual. He brought out some of the best things about her. When she was around him, she wanted to be the sexiest woman, the best shooter, and the most faithful friend she could be.
It was silly, really. After all the years, she was still worrying about whether or not her underwear were too conservative to be sexy right before an important conversation. "How've you been, Nate?" She kissed his cheek softly, letting herself enjoy the closeness of their bodies, and how nice he smelled, before pulling back. "I'm going to grab a beer. You want one?"