Oh. That was new. And not at all unwelcomed. In fact, Matt might go so far as to say he should have seen it coming. And it was nice. Really nice. And he might have just let it keep going for a bit but then he heard the thump, felt the shift of the fabric of her shirt, and he sighed.
"Whoever said apple picking was romantic has never been to Goodland," he complained in annoyance. Bending, he picked up the offensive little apple. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked, trying to pretend he wasn't scolding a fucking apple.
"She's hot!" the apple declared, and Matt couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.
"Okay, fair. I was going to throw it, but well, it's got good taste? Maybe we don't hit people we like from now on?"