Savannah resisted his arms as much as she resisted the smile which slid onto her face. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. It was a gentle kiss, short, but her lips opened to him invitingly, if only for a moment.
"How big is your shower?" It was probably the most unexpected question in the world. Savannah turned to gather up her iPod and other belongings. She had only brought down a few items, so it was easily cleaned up. Glancing over her shoulder, she added, "'Cause I so need to wash this chlorine out of my hair." Turning fully, she added, smiling, "But... I sorta hoped you'd join me..."
Despite the obvious coyness and mischief in her eyes, not to mention the words themselves, there was something shy about the way she delivered the words, unused as she was to making such propositions.