"Shoes hardly count as wanting to undress you." She said back, scrunching her nose up at him, but unable to hold back a grin afterwards. He shifted so that they both could fit relatively comfortable on her medium sized bed and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow when he asked if she wanted to be big or little spoon. He was much bigger than she was, not that he was fat but she had small arms and he was a boy - it would be really awkward and uncomfortable to try and wrap her tiny arm around his body. Now she was thinking about his body. Stop that.
"Little spoon." She finally answered, trying to stop the bright red blush that came to her cheeks. Instead of lying on her side facing away from him, though, she curled up into his chest and pressed her forehead to his neck, the top of her head nuzzled gently underneath his chin, her hands held close to her heart and like a barrier between his body and her.