"You can… we can do anything," she whispered, hiding her face. Clearly despite her boldness, Chitanda was still embarrassed and nervous. "I'll do anything if it's with you," she continued, nerves cracking her voice.

He leaned down to kiss her again, murmuring, "I don't think I can go home in this weather." She quivered as he said it, then cried out softly when his lips and tongue made contact with her neck. "Then—don't."

Her face was at once flustered and indignant, and enjoying himself immensely, Lawrence leaned upward to once again join his lips with hers in a kiss.