Mallory shrugged. "We could .. maybe .. go to your house?" she suggested coyly, biting her lip. Maybe it was the couple of drinks that she'd had that had put her in that mood, though she was far from drunk. She squeezed his hand, hoping that he would get what she meant.
Mallory hadn't changed very much - but she wasn't a virgin anymore, and that was kind of a big deal. Before, she'd been super shy about even suggesting kissing, but now - well, she'd done it before. But she had to admit that the thought of doing ... stuff ... with Benson was scary ... but exciting, at the same time.