Bill couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped from his lips at her words. "Oh, of course not. It did help, though," he said playfully and kissed her quickly again. "I endeavor to make it far more okay, though." His voice had dropped a little. It was like waking up in a way.
He pressed a few kisses along her jawline. "If you will let me, that is." He still remembered precisely where to put his fingers. She seemed to recall about his hair. "And I hope you will." He leaned back to give her a quick, faked sort of pout. "Please. I promise to play nice." Or something...