Wayne sighed, and laughed softly, out of his lasting embarrassment. He could feel his cheeks and ears flushing red. But he looked up at Megan--her hair falling down around her face, and that sly grin of hers--she was angelic. And he was thinking devilish thoughts.
"So... If it was bound to happen," he said, giving her an inquisitive glance, "Do you think, perhaps, it could happen again?" He could feel himself turning another shade of red as he asked, but caution had already been cast to the wind here, and if it was to come back and hit him square in the solar plexus, so be it.