I'm not listening

He started to speak, then looked about to see if anyone was within hearing. They were alone, and she frowned at him, puzzled by the expression. He approached her, coming closer, and for the briefest of moments she blinked in uncertainty, was he.. Was he.. Propositioning her?

No, what an absolutely silly idea. Just because she had told how she had already used her body unthinkingly, he wasn’t about to go ahead and make unwanted advances, he was just leaning closer to whisper in her ear - which was still rather strange.

She snorted, the hint of a laughter in her voice when he finished speaking. “What?” she said, surprised. “No, that’s impos-” except, it wasn’t impossible, was it. She blinked, trying to put this new world into perspective. She hadn’t known why he was leaning forward, but understood now that he was keeping his promise to her, to keep what she had told him a secret. She sunk into her toes, slouching on the grass as she looked at him in shock. “I am, aren’t I?” she whispered.