When he froze she froze and took a few shallow breaths, her eyes wide. What was he freaking out about? He was clearly thinking about something and when his eyes lowered to his belt buckle she felt her cheeks flush up something furious and she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes still on his. She was smiling again but felt a different kind of curiosity in her head and her stomach was doing something that she wasn't used to it doing.
"We can take it slow," she agreed, not sure how she was really making words. It was really surprising that, well, that happened and now she was curious about how all of it worked. No. No, Bridget. You absolutely cannot think about what is underneath those pants. She was mentally slapping herself, curiosity getting the absolute best of her at the worst moment ever. "But, no more kissing? I like. Did say that I was amazing?" Her voice rose a few octaves and she shook her head. He was crazy. He was crazy and amazing, that's all there was to it.