Santana laughed. It felt good because it broke some of the tension that was building up inside her. "No, silly," she told her. "It was a way of saying that you made me very horny and that you are very hot." …even if you aren't the sharpest knife in the drawer…
"Do you think we should do that?" she asked. "We can turn of the lights and get in bed," she suggested, swallowing the lump that rose in her throat.
"We could always make out," she suddenly blurted out.