Yelena had not set out with the intention of distracting them from the fishing lessons. First, she'd intruded on his solo trip for the evening. Now, it was quickly becoming apparent that they might not make it out on the water at all. At least not to fish.
"A diligent enough student can learn just about anywhere."
It would have sounded confident except for the hitch in her breath. She tilted her head back, offering him more access to her neck. Thankful for the growing darkness of the sky overhead and the relative seclusion of their spot, Yelena tossed caution to the wind.
One hand still clung to his waistband, at the hip, for steadiness. With the other, Yelena reached for the button of his jeans, undoing the clasp. "Does that answer your question?"