"It wasn't just you." She let him lift her chin, finding the same warm brown eyes, the same faint smile that she adored. She managed one of her own, putting a hand on his arm, then leaning to kiss his cheek.
"So are you," she admitted, sitting back on the bed, letting her fingers linger on his wrist. "But I..." She chewed at her lip for a moment, trying to figure out how to say what she felt. It was such a crazy-quilt of emotion, this...
"I want you," she finally whispered, looking down at the coverlet, tracing a design with one finger. "But it's. New. And huge, somehow, because of the way I feel about you." She flushed, then smiled a bit wider in spite of her discomfort. "Plus, your Gran is here, somewhere."
Mandy glanced sideways at Neville, sure he understood that at least. She couldn't think of anything more offputting than the chance of being walked in on by his Gran...