"You," she finished, swallowing thickly. "A-and me. Wesley, I...." She didn't even know. Her gut told her that she wanted that again, and more.

Her head told her that that kind of rashness was probably a bad idea. There wasn't a lot of 'waiting for the right moment' back in Twelve -- when there had been a Twelve, anyway.

"Maybe we should slow down?" she guessed softly, and she was sure it was written all over her that she didn't want to. At all.