"I think it's common knowledge that you're a bad influence on me," she teased, nuzzling his neck. Betty could lay there with and breathe him in for the rest of the evening if he'd let her. They could take a yelling from Thaddeus. They had countless times. She'd started to kiss up to his lips when Bruce revealed his secret, and she drew back, wide-eyed.
"We won't?" A slow, hopeful and excited grin reached her eyes. "You mean it?"