Meghan grinned brightly when he asked if he was a cute dork. In all honesty, she didn't really think that he was a dork, but that didn't matter. She was enjoying teasing him.
"You are most definitely a cute dork," she assured him without hesitation. "And you're more than just a little charming."
A shiver ran down her spine as a strong breeze whipped around them, and she pulled the blanket a little tighter around her frame. A heartbeat later, though, he was stammering about being terrible or pushy, and she forgot about the cold as she tried to understand what he was saying.
A split second after she made sense of it all, he took her face into his hands and urged her into a kiss. Caught off guard by the sudden embrace, it took her a moment to respond. When she did, though, she covered his hands with her own and moved her lips under his. This kiss was deeper than the kiss he'd given her earlier in the day, but she didn't mind. In fact, she liked it. Even if a part of her was certain that they were moving too quickly.