As stated, Meghan didn't want to send the wrong message. She didn't want to do anything that would make him think she was easy. At the same time, though, she'd enjoyed kissing him, and she definitely wanted to do it again. Who could blame her for feeling that way? It had been a long time anyone other than Seth had acted interested in her, and like every other woman on the face of the planet, she enjoyed feeling wanted.
"Okay," she answered.
A short while later, they were outside, looking at the trucks that were on display. Their fingers were laced together as they studied one truck after the other. In all honesty, though, the bulk of her attention was on the way her arm seemed to tingle every time it brushed against his.
When he pulled out of her grasp, she flashed him a bright smile. She didn't know where he was going, but she assumed he was slipping off to examine something a little closer. Which meant, of course, that she was caught completely off guard when he squirted her with the water.
She gasped loudly as the cold water soaked through her clothes, and she slowly turned to find the culprit. When she realized it was him a look of outrage moved over her features.
"I can't believe... you are so going to pay for that."
Rather than finding a hose of her own, she rushed toward him with the intention of taking his from him. She might not be strong enough to wrestle it away from him, but she was going to make sure that they were both wet when this was finished.