Noah let Krem drag him and giggled, draping himself carelessly across Krem's upper body. "You kind of did. With a cuter accent."

He scooted up, resting his chin on Krem's sternum, gazing intently into Krem's eyes. "I know you said not below the waist," he said quietly, almost shyly, "but I can, um...help you, if you want." It was ridiculous to feel so bashful after what they'd just done, while Krem was lying there half-naked. And yet.