"You don't have to," she whispers, sighing with pleasure against his skin as she kisses his jaw. "You don't have to say anything." She shifts against the touch, humming softly. If there's one thing that does it for her, other than the geek-chic, it's his hands, with his long, dexterous fingers. He can say all he wants with those.

...But first, she thinks, starting to kiss her way down slowly, glancing up at him with an arched brow.