"Sure. Any time." Clara laughed softly. It was bizarre how comfortable she had become with him in just a few short hours. Or maybe even more so that she had felt it from the moment they had met.
"You really are quite the gentleman."
"And you're quite the lady," he chuckled. His goofy grin making her laugh even more. It was as if they were in an old romantic comedy together, their faces giving everything away. Romantic comedy? She gasped. This was her sister's - well - something. "I should go," he shifted uncomfortably. Was she imagining?
"Not coming in to see my sister?"
"Uh, no. I'm thinking she's probably still out partying. If I know her she'll probably end up staying out tonight. So you shouldn't worry if you wake up and she isn't there. That's kind of her M.O." She nodded, deep in thought. "You okay?" Another nod. "You sure?" She smiled.
"Are you always this intuitive?" He laughed, a big, huge guffaw type of a laugh. "Well?"
"Nah, I just have a good read on you, I guess." She raised her eyebrows at him, conjuring up another laugh. Much softer this time. "Must be from knowing your sister as well as I do." She blushed, but wasn't quite sure why. The innuendo? The comment about knowing her? Bah. He's just a big flirt, is all. And yet ...
"Would you like to come in?"
What was she doing? Why did she say that? Had she lost her mind? Asking her sister's "whatever" in? I mean, seriously. Could she be any more desperate? He wasn't saying anything. He wasn't moving. What an idiot she was. How could she be so stupid?
"I'm sorry - I didn't mean to put you on the spot. Forget I said any --"
Her words dropped off as he reached for her hand.
"Sure. Why not?" She was sure her eyes had widened as their skin made contact. He backed up a bit. "Unless you've changed your mind?"
She shook her head as she took his hand and they walked up the front steps together.