[ Not anymore. The word choice makes it sound like he's choosing spending time with her over something else, and that reaches somewhere deep inside her and grabs hold. As if she wasn't ridiculously stuck on this guy already.

Her free hand lifts to the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss, the words to articulate what she's feeling escaping her, so she tries to show him instead.

It's a less soft kiss than the first, showing some of the sharper edges that comes with being someone Selina cares this much about. There's a bit of "you'd better not hurt me" to it, and a lot of "I'm so crazy about you I don't fucking know what to do with myself."

But somewhere in all that, she does find words that need to be said. So, when she pulls back from him, a bit breathless but her mind strangely clear, she does. ]

Remember telling me about the desert? How you like going out there? There's... some things I should tell you about. If we're going to...

[ Nope. Still can't say it. Maybe the desert can help with that, too. ]

Um. I'm thinking maybe that might be a good place for it.

[ Far away from anything else except him. Nothing and no one else to see or hear it if she falls apart. ]