Samantha felt a rush of butterflies as Nate turned his head. 'So,' she thought to herself. 'He does like me.' She stretched and looked into his eyes. "I'm kinda hungry. Why don't we go get breakfast and I will explain what happened."
Nate was relieved that Samantha hadn't turned away from him--he really hadn't known how that kiss would go over. G-d, she was so beautiful lying there. He hoped she wanted to be close like this as much as he did. But he still wasn't sure if she was encouraging him, exactly, but . . . well, they could figure that out as they went along, right?
"Yeah," he said, smiling at her. "breakfast sounds great. And I need to know as much as you can tell me about what happened, Mistress. I--well, it'll help me help you if I know what's going on."