"Everyone pays attention, Dylan." But, then he was kissing her again and it was all too easy to lean against him, let his lips glide against hers, slide the hand playing with his collar behind his neck as he pulled her closer. Sighing softly, she opened to his kisses, teasing and inviting all at once.
It would have been a simple matter to get lost in the moment, the quiet buzz of insects and the warm tingles his touch created.
Simple if she could turn off her sense of propriety on a whim.
"We're getting ahead of ourselves," she murmured, pulling back just enough to look at him properly. "Wasn't there a picnic to be had?"