Not until she pulled him to her did it occur to Royce how vulnerable of a situation he was in. Oh, and the bonus fact that this was the most physically intimate that they had been. Pretty damn intimate, him with no shirt and her with that capturing kiss. It made him briefly wonder if he was pushing things too fast. But then he realized that up until this point, they had both been moving at glacial speed so really, things were progressing the opposite of fast.
He still was without a shirt. Was that what she that blush on her face was about?
"Wait, what? You're asking me a capital question? I don't even know where the hell Portugal is. Is that in South America?" Seriously. Like he knew anything about other countries. He had enough trouble learning about the one he was living in. The thought of leaving his country gave him chills. Although, he had always thought it would be fun to go to the North Pole. Mostly for a childhood fantasy of finding Santa's Workshop and maybe a little for just simply romping like a crazy hatter in the snow. "Uh, Portugal City?" Even if he didn't have a clue, he was going to at least try and guess. Who knew? Maybe he'd get it.
But it wasn't the question that was holding his brain captive. It was her body against his. How cool she felt against him, how soft her clothes felt and how she seemed to fit her arms around him just so. He mirrored her movements, slipping his arms under hers until he had his fingers laced together at the curve of her back. With her this close, his nose was filled with her own natural smell. The aroma made him drowsy. He closed his eyes and with a sigh, leaned his head down until he could rest his forehead to hers. "Hope you weren't dating me for my brain."
Royce King was no dummy. He knew plenty of things. There was still a shit lot that he didn't know and could learn but without anyone to teach him, he had to make do. Maybe he had to try harder. He didn't want to end up some dumb old man with yelled at kids to get off his lawn because that was all he was good at. More still, he didn't want Charlie to think he was stupid. "Try an easier question." He cracked an eye open and raised an eyebrow. "Nothing about cars. That's my worse subject." Yeah, yeah. He was a guy and every guy was supposed to know about cars. Cut him a break. He could probably outrun some cars. Why drive when you could fly?