[When she turns back to him, the color is still high on her cheeks, but she's smiling as usual.]

Don't be. I enjoyed the view. I just wasn't expecting it.

[She stretches up to kiss his cheek, trying very hard to not rile herself up again by thinking about his body heat. And that, of course, is when she starts thinking about it, so she steps back to gesture to the slow cooker. Food is a good distraction.]

Dinner this time is enchiladas and cilantro rice with jicama slaw, by the way! I was supposed to give it to you after I asked my question, but...oh well.