[She can't help but focus on his eyes, at least for a moment, on that bright gray that even in the dark she can make out, her body flush against him]

I think you like it, knowing that catching me is hard, and managing to do it anyway.

[She tangles her fingers in his, but it's not a tender, romantic gesture. Instead she brings it down to her inner thigh, a few inches above her knee, and starts to raise her skirt with his hand]

I think it's all the better for you've earned it.