"Not begging yet." He smirked. Her lips were so close. So god damn close. The smell of her breath made his heart beat faster. "Close." Give it a day or two of this touchy feely being close to each other shit. He would be begging, offering to pay, anything.
When she took off he rest the coffee mug between her legs, his hand holding it, resting over the top on the lid. His other arm was around her waist. Holding her tight, but not because he was scared of falling off.
"Can we do something we have never done before, something new?"