Walk with Tom alone.

It was just barely sunset as they started walking together. She was shocked to find their conversation taking so many different turns; he seemed genuinely interested in her. He'd asked about her family, her interests, her likes and dislikes. It'd been a while since Jessica had any attention like that, and she relished in it fully and happily.

"..but enough about me," She finished with a heavy sigh after retelling him the story of her past boyfriend. "I want to know about you, too."

"There's nothing to me." He smiled slightly, kicking a rock and watching it skip in front of them. "There's still another question I wanted to ask you."

She sighed, "What is it, Tom?"

"How old are you?"

The question took her off guard and the moment she looked into his face she saw that he already knew the answer; he almost looked guilty.

"I'm eighteen." She admitted, "But that doesn't matter, does it?"

He shrugged. "I'm ten years older then you."

"That's not too old." She pointed out.

"Maybe not, but I get the feeling you're much too innocent." He paused and turned to look at her. "And I have to admit, my thoughts haven't been too innocent today."

She blushed heavily, avoiding his eyes as she asked, "What do you mean?"

"I want to kiss you." Tom stated simply. "I want to taste your entire body, head to toe, and that makes me feel guilty."

Jessica struggled with her words for a moment, then finally gulped and said..