He could get lost in those eyes, the way she looked up at him, the way she tasted on his lips, lingering there for a moment. His finger kept moving over her cheek. God he wanted to keep kissing her, but he didn't want to push too far too fast. He was not one of those guys who went sniffing around trying to get laid. Not that he didn't want to, just with time. He wanted to savor this moment, all of their moments, because feelings seemed to already be stirring in his chest and he didn't want to mess this up by scaring her away moving too fast.
But she had kissed him back, and she didn't pull away. In fact, he was pretty sure she didn't want him to stop from that tiny little noise. That was enough to send his heart soaring, just that one little thought. Maybe he liked him back, even a little. Maybe she would want to see him again. Maybe there was something here, at least he certainly hoped so. He smiled down at her and brushed a hair from her face behind her ear. It took everything he had not to pull her to him and kiss her hard, hot, and heavy, but he held back and just kept smiling.
"Come on, I want to show you something." Taking her hand, fingers lacing through hers he pulled her outside where the fire trucks were sitting. They were so old and rickety, but something seemed almost charming about them. He smiled as they made their way through the yard, touching some of the old metal and feeling how thick and strong these machines were built. Some were dated all the way back to the Civil War. He moved slowly and subtly over to the hoses, on the old truck with the turn crank. He let Meghan's hand go and went over to the hose while she was staring at the trucks.
He almost felt bad for what he was about to do, but the sly smile creeping over his face as he pulled the valve for a second and squirted her for just a second completely disguised the tiny little bit of guilt he had.