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I see, he said with mock seriousness. Well, I'll remember that for next time. He hoped there would be more than just a next time, but he would let her set the pace; he wouldn't want to push her into anything too quickly. Her languid answer made him smile, and he curled around her to drape his head across hers where it was buried in his thick coat. The moment was peaceful, and his eyes drifted closed, opening again when she started to speak. He hadn't wanted to think much past this moment, but her question forced him from his avoidance. Why don't we just tell them the truth? he suggested. It wasn't like they had done anything other than talk and spend time with each other. Plus, they weren't children; they didn't have a curfew or territorial boundaries they were supposed to remain within.