When she moved to straddle his thighs, his eyes widen a bit and his big hands move to cover her own thighs. He grasped, squeezing over her cool skin and swallowing hard. "Interest in me? You liked me when we were twelve?" He asked softly, biting his lip.

He cleared his throat, reaching a hand up and pushing his hair back out of his face before pressing it back over her thigh. He slid his hands higher, pushing his shirt along with it until his fingers found the lace of her thong. "I am really, ah...loving this thong, by the way..."