[Noah] No touching, but still...

"Do you want me to put my shirt back on?" Noah said.

Kate looked long and hard at his chest now. He was glad he had worked out before they left town that morning. "No," she said.

"Okay, cool. That dress looks great on you."

She plucked at the fabric. "This? I just got it at the thrift store."

"Looks great."

"Thanks."

His knee was almost touching the side of her leg. "You're a good kisser," he said.

She glanced at him. "We shouldn't do it again, though," she said.

"Yeah, of course."

"But..."

"But. That doesn't mean we can't... talk." Their eyes met. "What do you think about? When you thought about me."

Kate giggled, anxious and interested at the same time.