"No... I'm... well, I'll be honest, it's nice to know that my gut feeling is right, Joey," she said. "That I'm not just taking horrible advantage of you, and that you're also enjoying this. It's dangerous ground, though."
"We've been skirting around it all day. What is this if not quicksand?"
"Skirting is not doing."
"True."
"How long?" she breathed. "How long has that idea been in your head?"
"Well... it really started last night when you hugged me in that silver top of yours. I struggled with it when we were swimming. I caught myself watching you, and yes, I was perving you." I shifted again, trying to ease a trapped fold of fabric that was squeezing me.
"The shape of your breasts, your thighs... I felt pretty guilty about it, but I couldn't do anything about the thoughts. So I've
