"I think the only way to be more forward, is by touch." Heather wasn't going to give any more hints besides that. And why she went that far was kind of lost on her at that moment. Maybe part of her wanted him to just, reach out and set her skin on fire, with just a skim of his fingertips. She made a little noise in the back of her throat, picturing stuff like that was definitely dangerous.
"Ah, see most of the frat boys I hung out with were only interested in becoming mechanics," Which was where she'd met most of them. "So they didn't really care about more than the next touch down and if it was a 4.1 hemi or not."