Skye looked at Taylor, confused. "Wanna what?"
"You know," he said, looking back at her suggestively.
She furrowed her brows, and realization swept over her. She gasped and slapped him across his cheek. "NO!" She made haste to move away from him.
"Hey, that hurt!" he said, scowling.
"Yeah, well, you deserve it," Skye said, safely sitting across the room on the floor with her arms folded over her chest. Taylor was still rubbing his red cheek.
"I just asked!" he said.
"Yeah, but it was a dumb question," she sniffed. "Besides, look who's over there ALREADY watching us."
Racheal and Josh quickly looked away, feigning innocence. Taylor looked nervously at them, and back at Skye. "Okay, so I was being dumb. Just a small, lower-abdominal rush is all."
Skye just glared. Taylor sighed. "I'm a sorry, horny jerk, okay? My apology accepted?"
Skye looked at him skeptically. "Okay," she said hesitantly. "Accepted."
"Good," Taylor said, waiting for her to come back and sit with him. She was still on the floor, watching the light fixture.
"Skye?"
She looked at him. "What?"
"You don't HAVE to sit way over there on the floor, you know," he said.
"Oh. Right." Then Skye got up and walked out the door. Taylor gawked after her, dumbfounded.
