"All I want is you," she whispered, pressing a kiss into his shoulder. "I really don't care. All I want is to be with you. I've never felt like this, and I'm sure this will freak you out, but for the last two days, all I could think about was you, and worry about whether or not you'd show up. I couldn't care less what the setting is. All I care about is spending the night with you. The whole night. Curled in your arms, smelling you and feeling you and... and loving you."
There, it was out. She wouldn't be at all surprised if he bailed at the next light and ran for the hills. But she had to say it. Because otherwise this felt like a lie. Her college roommate had said once that a man could dump you just as easily if you slept with him on the tenth date as on the first, so you should seize the moment and live in it. Well, she'd just be honest and throw that out there and if he dumped her then he did. She'd survive.