"I don't know," Nona rolled out through a lazy smile, taking a moment to visually appreciate the way his shoulders flexed. Ever the tactile obsessive (Nona had to touch just about everything) her wandering hand traced a line down the center of his chest. "But you'll never know if you don't try, right? This is, like, the best opportunity I can think of."
But the pause didn't last long. In her sleep and warmth induced haze, the second thought that would've likely stopped this conversation before it started was a bit delayed, but it finally made it to her lips. "You know what- we don't have to talk about this now." Nona swept her hair back from her face, wiggling to her belly to get comfy under the covers. She propped her chin up by one hand, grinning at him.