Abby wanted to say something smart, something that fed the illusion of control, that she had any idea what she was doing or how to do it in a cool manner.

"I'd like that."

There was too much chewing on her lip. Too much of her skin on fire for more contact, different contact. Although she pressed her face into his hand easily, not concerned much over how soft or calloused it was, more that it was there, and that's what mattered. All that came together so she couldn't really manage 'cool.' She was, at best, cute and needy.

She shifted her weight enough to move from the heel to the toes so she could decrease the height difference as much as she could on her end. Her hand on the collar of his shirt, not tugging him close. But definitely suggesting he doesn't get to leave right now.