"You're cute... no, you're cute... yeah but you're cuter...," he cooed in a silly voice and chuckled. "We're just a pair of regular old softies, aren't we?"

Wyatt kissed her nose. "I might have a little clue of just how difficult it was."

He turned his gaze from her face to her legs, resting over his. His hand moved over her pencil skirt in a dreamy manner and then slipped under it, touching her inner thigh.

He looked up and grinned. "I can not send you pictures if you prefer."