Mia thought he seemed more eager this time around, and she liked that, fingers pressing into his back slightly as her tongue met his. There was a part of her that wanted his shirt off, to just yank it right over his head, but this was only their second date, which meant Mia required self-control... even if she hadn't gotten any in a really, really long time. That was the problem with sex. She was just fine without it for sixteen years, and then she'd lost her V-card, and she craved it, something she was rather embarrassed about.