With the press of his body and his hand on her hip, she comes to him involuntarily, pressing up against his thigh. Her stomach touches his and she shivers, a moan sliding off her tongue and into his mouth.

Talking will come eventually. It will have to. On the surface, it amuses and intrigues her how they can be such polar opposites when trying to communicate, but just like a magnet they're so strongly attracted physically. Deep down, the dissonance dungeons her, and fills her with frustration.

Her hat slips out of her hand, falling where it may. She holds onto him, snug but not clinging, her hand pulling though his hair, teasing.