"If you don't mind me thwapping them and telling them in no uncertain terms that we're not shagging, I don't mind taking whatever they dish out," Emma said. Her fingers felt good in his. Comfortable. "And I won't feel awkward if I'm pushed into your lap just to find a place to sit." Her skin stayed flushed warmly. "Unless you'd mind, of course."
She nodded at that, her grin slowly burgeoning, bright and pleased. "Yeah. Sounds like a plan."