Candy knew she wanted to go on more dates with Onyxx, she was just hardpressed to think of any at that exact moment. She was much happier with focusing on how good his hands felt, how not scary or pressuring he was. He was a needle in a haystack: someone who knew and understood what it was like to be different (even moreso than she did!) and would never judge her for her adventures in the Abarat. Plus, she'd been told that a boy who didn't pressure a girl to go further than she wanted was rare enough as to not be expected.
She sucked in her breath at his teeth on her tongue, melting a bit into the sand beneath her back and faintly purring. For someone who had been rock until fairly recently, he had a delicate touch, and she appreciated it.